We play so many games as opposing flowers. You, a Daisy, and I, a Poppy. You light up my world with your cheer and almost innocent wonder, and I spice up yours with the beauty in life and yet the cynicism of death. Such a fun dynamic, full of laughs and flirting. However, with both sides damaged, this is not only love but also war. There can only be one winner and loser in this game and who knows what can happen. All we can say is that the loser confesses first, so who will it be?
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The Color of Feelings
Ficción GeneralThis is a collection of poems, sparked flames never finished, and blurbs that reflect how I've felt at particular times. This is meant to be an outlet of the feelings I have pent up. They are honestly all pretty bad, but it's my release so who cares?
