Her name is that of a flower,
The girl who's soul has conquered mine,
The girl who never let me cower,
Thus girl who'd never let me feel like some sickened swine,
Is now the girl who is like a picked flower,
Our love once strong now is dying,
I'm in love with a dying power,
And I swear that I'm fucking trying,
But her love for me has begun to cower,
It's cowers before the new guy,
And now she's his girl of the flower.
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I'm Sorry
PoetryI guess this is the last bit of poetry of me apologizing to everyone.
