People cluster on my front porch
They like my flowers
"they're not mine,
they're his"
too much attention
being drawn to
him
he's still here
I know it
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His Flowers, My Garden
PoesiaThe 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...
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People cluster on my front porch
They like my flowers
"they're not mine,
they're his"
too much attention
being drawn to
him
he's still here
I know it
