YOU ARE READING the language of flowers Poetry i was plucked, withered, and growing all over again. #love #poems #poetry #sad #sadpoetry cxviii 17 2 0 by diphylleiasgrayi by diphylleiasgrayi Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story 11:43 pm i am every phase of the moon except full never enough never e n o u g h n e v e r e n o u g h