the words you've said
are engraved in my skin,
the little memories we shared together
have turned into magnificent sunflowers,
all the times i cried,
have watered them all,
all the things we ever wanted
was cut too soon,
and even if i wanted something more,
i can't just come to you and ask,
and so even with all these flowers surrounding me,
reminding me of what we shared,
i knew everything is temporary.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
