as i walk past your window
i look at you through glass
as i see you laughing with another
all i can think of is our past
all things happen for a reason
most of the time
we don't know why
like why i happened to be passing
your window
at this particular time
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flowers in my heart | poetry
Poetrywe've all got a flower in our heart. these poems are for those times. the roller coaster of wanting to love and wanting to be loved.
