He didn't mean to hurt me
The flowers made him do it
It's not his fault
Excuses
Excuses
Excuses
I know he meant it
But my heart isn't ready
To feel that yet
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His Flowers, My Garden
PoetryThe flowers of the boy I once loved remain in my garden. MY garden. He's still here. Is this his way of getting back at me for treating him with nothing but respect? Will I grow to overcome the hardship of love, or will I fall even further into the...
