Perhaps,
the flowers on your windowsill,
writing in pain
soaked up your tears
and blossomed again.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Who Cared Once
PoetrySome words that a boy bled when he got his feelings destroyed by someone that he loved the most.
Writing in pain
Perhaps,
the flowers on your windowsill,
writing in pain
soaked up your tears
and blossomed again.
