My flowers used to bloom for you
but you never took the time to smell them
now they bloom for someone else
why only now do you want to pick them?
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
80. they're not for you
My flowers used to bloom for you
but you never took the time to smell them
now they bloom for someone else
why only now do you want to pick them?
