I never understood picking flowers.
You find a beautiful flower and then decide to kill it.
Then you'll find a prettier one,
and then you'll forget all about the first.
Maybe that's why good people get hurt the most.
People pick them because they have beautiful hearts.
Then they're forgotten when something better comes.
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Poems Don't Have To Rhyme
PoetryIf you don't like poems that don't rhyme then don't read this. Also there's probably a lot of grammar errors.
