Back when we were still together, you used to give me flowers,
Roses, daisies,
Sunflowers, lilies,
Rare ones,
Those of which names I did not know.
Our love was like the flowers,
So alive, so thirsty
And I would water them and keep them alive
And I loved them the way I loved you.
Your words were like the flowers,
So sweet, so beautiful
And I would fall for them more and everyday
And I loved them the way I loved you.
Our love was like the flowers,
So alive, so thirsty
But I was the only one who cared,
I was the only one who tried.
But that was then.
Now still,
Our love is like the flowers:
No life, no more.
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a/n: written somewhere in 2014 at the back of my old notebook (and then edited in 2016)~
[25/12/16]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
