you made flowers bloom in my soul,
And every inch of me blossomed.
my flowers were bright yellow on a good day, and turned dark purple on a bad day.
but you, my dear,
you loved me anyway.
you made flowers grow in my heart,
it grew fast, it did.
it's all over me, it was.
but although they were beautiful,
my heart had stopped beating.
-d.h
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sink and drown
Poetrya collection of heartbreaking poems. "fates are cruel but we are even crueler for not trying." -d.h
