I'm not perfect
Very far from that word
I'll be nothing but a burden to you
An annoyance all day
Disturbing you day and night
Bugging you just for attention
I can't do much to help you
Nothing but prayers and wishes
Are all that I could manage
Would you still love me?
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
