he reminds me so much of yellow. every time i read his letters on that island, i was surrounded by beautiful small little daisies and at the start of when i got there they weren't yet there. but each day with each letter they came out the ground and bloomed a little more. somewhere in my heart it told my mind that the love that was used to write those letters dripped into the soil and made those beautiful soft yellow daisies grow. now he will forever be yellow.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
