How lovely were the flowers
That sprung from our broken parts
They mended all our wonds
And then we broke our hearts
That sprung from our broken parts
And for once we could be happy
And then we broke out hearts
With our love, hand in hand
And for once we could be happy
And I hate to say the next
With our love, hand in hand
We began to drift apart
And I hate to say the next
How lovely were the flowers
But they soon began to die
And then we broke our hearts
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Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts
