I run, I built walls and I will hide away like a ghost cause we don't bleed the same, it's the different paper & pen.
Nights were colder, even sheets were cold but I wasn't lonely but now where is he? Nowhere near me cause I pushed him away.
He would probably search me high and low of the night But he would never know that we bled the same.
I won't cry so he won't but we just break that way anyways.
I don't know what you think but hope you liked it.
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Can you hear flowers? (poetry)
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