At first, it was a fresh garden filled with roses
No thorns, no wrongs
Then the roses began to grow
Bigger and bigger until they had to be cut down
Having you as my gardener, only focused on cutting down the roses
To appear and bloom over and over
To watch the red in them become vibrant
To watch the beauty grow slowly
But never pulling out the weeds
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It started off sweet and simple. He loved me and I loved him, for reasons we thought we couldnt explain.
Turns out the answers were right there in front of our eyes.
i apologize that this wasnt a short story but i just had to write it here. feel free to comment feedback/your feelings! i read all of them (: ty for reading x credit to freakyyhoe for the banner!
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Eunoia
ContoFor those who constantly believe, think, dream and hope; this book is dedicated to you. Eunoia; Beautiful thinking cover by surroundedbythorns c:
