N I N E T E E N; little torn flower
Laying my head on your shoulder
Feeling like a ripped up flower
You love me, you love me not
No point of loving when all I get is dropped
Plants have emotions like we all do
The stem is our human bodies
Our bodies come in different shapes and sizes
Men think we are objects or prizes
Petals to a flower, is each of our emotions
Filling up with drugs, overdosing
I feel like changing my horrible actions
But I can't stop, it's an attraction
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The Heartbreakers Club | Poems
Poetryyou've just pressed on a story that makes you think of life real deeply and look at the world a bit differently. - - - - #8 in Heartbreaker {7/23/18}
