i remember the day we fell in love.
i went to your house with a lavish bouquet, and explained to you the language of flowers.
i picked pink magnolias, because they reminded me of how much you blush.
i chose scarlet roses, because they resembled your bittersweet rage.
i collected vibrant gazanias, because they reflected your blooming soul.
i gathered pale orchids, because they brought to mind your stunning smarts.
i decided on periwinkle dahlias, because they coincided with your sharp tongue.
i selected the final flower to be cobalt blue tiger lilies, because they echoed our everlasting love.
i gave you the flowers, and you handed me back one of the tiger lilies, as an echo in return.
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language of flowers.
Poesiarealizing i loved you was like watching a earthquake destroy a city or a volcano swallow up an island. and oh god ive been repressing this feeling for so long,but ive realized forgetting is like an fire, the more you try to ignore it, the bigger the...
