These flowers here
Are just like us dear
Hanging their heads
Turned to darker shades of reds
Wilting all their petals
We missed the gas pedal
Hit the brakes full force
And now we've just settled
Love died and ran its course
The petals fall weighted down by guilt
The flowers wilt never to be rebuilt
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I try to look up to the stars when I feel lost, and I am very lost
PoetryA collection of mostly sad poems Most of these are raw and unrefined One take or they don't make the grade Usually birthed after 2am
