Let go, let go, let go, just... let... him.. go
He smelt of sunshine and lillys, he tasted of diet coke and watermelon but he was always alone. He never knew my name, but I was the one with all of his secrets. He was my best friend. My flower, that I could never pick, never pick cause he was too beautiful.
He no longer has his roots in my garden. For he got rained out with his own tears.
I had to let the thought of him go... I had to let him go...
Sorry love.....
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