It must have been fate that it made me stumble upon you.
Maybe it was just the right time and the right place for us.
And your heart has been battered too many times ebfore.
Mine was broken by the careless boy with the pretty smile.
You are the only one I want to spend Friday nights with.
And all your friends say I'm pretty, I believe them so.
And these songs talk about love and everything nice.
For once I'm writing words opposite to sad and broken.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PoetryAnd the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.
