sadness is a gift
a common
ground
that bares
different
flowers with
their own smells
some twisting
some bittersweet
some like yours
absolutely
beautiful
i would love
to lay in the shade
just a little longer
with you
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
