Our love blossomed in our garden,
like a beautiful flower.
It had bright petals that caught our eyes,
it popped from the ground so gracefully.
But winter came faster than expected,
and our flower was covered in white.
Soon we couldn't find our flower,
it had just disappeared.
When spring came around,
the flower was found but found dead.
One day all we saw was our love,
and now our love is just gone.
- v.m
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happiness + sadness.
PoetryWe write to write to escape what it is that is hidden in the deepest crevasses of our minds, to escape from the reality that brings us down, to forget that the world is sometimes terribly cruel. We write to get the words out of our heads that we ha...
