The sun is gone,
and the flowers rot.
This sadness overcomes me,
like an instant storm.
You're simply perfect.
I really wish that you could help all the time,
but you can only do so much.
After all,
my head is like a carousel,
and it keeps going 'round in circles.
Thankfully you have the strength to stop it,
but some nights you can't,
because the force of it is so strong.
Baby, you're perfect.
You're the one.
If and when you leave,
I know I won't ever find another you.
Baby, you're more than perfect.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
