Wanted to keep the petals of you close,
Where I held the heart of you so deep,
And as the flowers flew away like a butterfly,
So did the petals that now comforted my tears,
That were rolling down from my eyes,
And making my dreams seem more real,
Rather than just feeling like I was saying goodbye,
Or goodnight to the roses because I was just waking up from dreaming.
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Book 7 | The missing lock box
Mystery / ThrillerThe missing lock to the key That unlocks my diary Where all of the pages were hidden And now they have gone missing One minute the book was there And the next minute it disappeared into thin air Quite a mystery without the superstition But to...
