our love bloomed,
it was beautiful,
it was stunning,
could never get enough of you,
but one day,
it died,
fell out of love for me,
it flew away,
like a dandelions.
maybe it'll bloom again,
maybe the dandelions,
flew into the heart of someone else,
and grew bigger,
and more stunning.
by then,
make sure to take care of it,
like you are taking care of,
my heart.
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
