Small white snowflakes fall on my nose.
Her heart pinches like the thorns of a rose...
There's something in your heart,
Tell me? you won't impart.
It's something I can't tear apart
if you decide to depart.
There's something in my heart,
A scar? No, just a mark.
White lie, just a little too tart;
Yet you still choose your part.
Flowers still grow in your frozen heart,
And old leaves will still fall apart.
No longer can I keep them here to scar me
because my mind cannot hold much.
Green ones can still attach to my stem.
No white love, just white petals falling.
White tears won't fall, so burn your white hearts.
Destroy white lies, not white flowers.
This garden only serves you and I.
Tell me all your heart's desires
and I'll tell you all of mine.
You don't need to be smart
To realize we all take part.
I want to take your hand
and make a new heart.
YOU ARE READING
~Feelings Purette~
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