I feel like flowers could tell the truth if they weren't you
Everything grows but never stops
how can I tell the truth
scared under a breath
fly fly try
hits the back of my mind
how can I be so dumb
If only I can love spring again like I loved you before
before all the Mind wiping
before you knew what the definition was being truthful was all about
but how can you be truthful if the flowers keep dying when you're not around them
YOU ARE READING
The Story I Never Told Anyone
Poetryit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.
