Wallowing nights
Up until it about 5 am
Racking my brain for lost dreams
That haven't happened and yet
It all seems real once the night ends
And then the day comes to morning
And my thoughts come to light faster than when I first thought of when they came back to me when I finally found a place to call home and I learned to fly just like a butterfly and a rose petal.
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The HeartBeat Of The Rose Petals
Short StoryShe watered them as she called me flowers and her name was Rosyred and she may have watered only the thorns instead of the petals but the next day she watered the rose petals of her heartbeat the one that beats for you and you may covered your face...
