i cant be with you. remember when you asked me about my favorite flowers and i answered roses?
you know i used to buy or pluck roses and let them dry out, since i don't believe in forever, i thought you knew
i can't be with you. i am afraid to touch because everything i touch turns into stone and you don't deserve something you cut yourself on, not on someone that hasn't stopped bleeding the color blue
i can't be with you. everything that comes into my hands dies just like the roses i used to buy. so i stopped buying real ones, nowadays i buy plastic roses because i am desperate to know how it feels when something stays. you make me believe in forever but a part of me still knows it can never happen. and there is nothing i can do
i can't be with you. there are walls i constructed so great, i cannot get myself through.
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
