I pick a daisy out of my garden
Then rip the petals off the stem
One by one
I love him
Of course you don't
I love him
Stop, you just miss him. That's it.
I love him
You think it's love, but it's not
I love him
I love him I love him I love him
YOU ARE READING
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Şiir"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
