all my days, from summer to the next spring becomes winter
i'm lonely, but in fact it's the lack of being loved which makes my flowers wither
yet i grow them
So here's the love kept
In a vase
forget-me-not
that love never leaves me
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Petals of my moonflower
PoetryRed isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hat...
