It didn't hit me until
the day after
My bones crushing
aching
burning
to the ground
It's just a dream, right?
no, its real
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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...
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It didn't hit me until
the day after
My bones crushing
aching
burning
to the ground
It's just a dream, right?
no, its real
