the girl who loved peaches,
so young and sweet,
sat under the cherry tree to meet
those she thought did love her dear
left her there,
revealing sneers.
the fruit she tasted on her lips,
just like her past relationships;
brown and bitter, bruised and shrivelled
the tree above her dead and withered
she smiles, a broken silhouette
"when you're like me that's what you get"
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efflorescence
Şiir- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
