o l d t i m e s
once upon a time there was a you and i.
the you and i that i remember was as perfect as a flower.
that flower was plucked and burned right in front of our love.
mother nature has a funny way of growing flowers where love last bloomed.
in most cases when a flower dies, you get a new one.
mother nature made ours bloom. i don't miss the old us.
i will forever cherish our now.
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Lacuna
PoetryLacuna - an emptiness; looking for something more ---------------------- this is just going to be a bunch of poems that i write :)
