Flowers. they grow strong and beautiful. they die with pride that they made someone's day. giving to the earth their whole selves
while nothing selfish comes to she who keeps the rose of the love it once held.
-roses of past lovers
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
