The flower I left behind
Comes to visit my dreams every night
Everyday a new blossom blooms
Every night, my depression looms.
Oh to be a kid again
All those lost memories, to regain
Flower of mine, never cry
Flower of mine, it's you I spy
YOU ARE READING
Poems Penned Precisely by Me
PoetryA collection of poems or just general pieces of literature that rhyme. No theme to most of them tbh
