I bought a whole fucking plant for you
with a huge gorgeous purple flower that reminded me of you
I never forgot that your favorite color is purple
"Periwinkle," you told me
But before I had the chance to show you the flower I knew you'd appreciate,
you told me about him
And that was the day the flower withered too
The plant is still well and alive
A new flower with the same purple hue starting to bloom
As beautiful as it is, it is now just a painful reminder
That the relationship I wanted between me and you
never even had the chance to start to bloom
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
Thơ caThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
