Roses can be red,
Violets aren't technically blue but sugar is still as sweet as you,
If you were a flower I'd pick you,
Love never crossed my mind until I met you,
When times get tough I walk around looking for you,
But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dying,
The sugar is filled with lumps and so is my throat,
Cornflowers are your favorite flower so I thought I'd buy you some.
I breathe the breaths you can't anymore,
and place this flower upon your tomb.
I save my last dance for when I meet you again.
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100 Words | 100 prompts
FanfictionJust a place to put all of my Solby 100 drabbled prompts from tumblr.
