I can't give you the moon
because I can't reach it
so I'll paint constellation of kisses
all over your skin instead;
I'll give you my best
even if my best
is just the last piece of cakeI wonder
how people have been so cruel
to such a beautiful flower;
I guess we choose to pick up
the prettiest ones,
snd I admire you
for all the petals you have lost
and still got to grow backbut I don't want you
as people want a pretty flower
and just snatch it
from the dirt where it grows,
I love you
as people love a plant
and want to take care of it
to admire its beauty
as long as it's possibleyou've been given the worst
when you deserve the best,
so I promise I'll always be here
to give you the best things
I can create
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summer flowers | red
Poetrywelcome to the journal of a hopeless romantic who fell in love again