Okay, so... Andrew's spiderman is a real sweetheart.
There, I said it.
Enjoy the poem!
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You put the flowers in my heart
when it was raining every morning
and there was no point in breathing.
You put the flowers in my heart
when the snow came at noon
and there was no sense to smile.
You put the flowers in my heart
when rain brought a rainbow
and there was no point in talking.
You put the flowers in my heart
when the snow brought drifts
and there was no sense to pour tears.
You put the flowers in my heart
when the storm rises every evening
and there was no point in living.
You put the flowers in my heart
when the winds subsided at night
and there was no sense to tell jokes.
You put the flowers in my heart
when the storm brought us pain
and there was no point in the hearing.
You put the flowers in my heart
when the wind brought us bitterness
and there was no sense to die.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
