"Every flower I pick smells like you
And I can't seem to get the smell out of my head
Tell me what I'm supposed to do?
Because my heart is breaking and turning blue
And my body shaking and my tears are coming faster too
The flowers , they sit up on my dresser
Reminding me of my love for you
And each time a petal falls, it's like me falling all over again
I know better then to sweep them up, or throw them out even if they're dying
Dying things are beautiful too right?
I hope so, because you're always telling me how beautiful i am
When I'm dying from my heart that you broke
that you're breaking
because I'm so in love with you
Even the purple roses I bought knew
But now they're falling apart again
Just like I'm falling apart over you"
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
