Loving him was equivalent to decaying flower
Everythibg so vivid and colorful at first
Never straying from the sun
But day after day, it grew darker, weaker
We started to droop, we started to fall
That maybe we could stay standing tall
But every tomorrow ended the same
Just as every yesterday
And maybe I'm the one to blame
We went from a blinding bundle of beauty
To a depressing destructive disaster
But I want to fix it I just don't know how
So don't give up on me please I love you
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
