I can imagine it as a garden
That in which I've been waiting
And I would admire the flowers
Before deciding what was worth creating
And then I saw you
But of course you aren't a flower
But I picked you anyways
In a late night hour
Because when in a garden
Sometimes I can't resist
Picking the most beautiful flower
That could possibly exist
But sometimes it's sad
It really is, you see
Because I chose you
But you didn't choose me.
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A Plethora Of Poems
PoetryOn my other account (acciolovee) I also have a book of poems, however, this is obviously my new one. These are some poems I have been planning to publish and maybe a couple old ones from my other book. Please read, vote, and most importantly, enjoy...
