as the breeze dries my tears, i think of you. i think of all of the cliche poetry and sunflowers you gave to me all those decades ago. i think of your white smile and your rapid heart, and your pale blue eyes and your soft rosy skin. i think of the way your heart used to beat with radiancy.
but your heart is soundless now. and because of you, my broken heart is bleeding, and the flower pedals you tucked behind my ears, blows away in the wind.
you're gone, and so is my sanity.
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