the grass in my garden is old
and the flowers are looking sad too
but I refuse to cover them from the cold
because they remind me , of you
I cry, everytime I water them
which is often
they're the same colour as your eyes you know
all the green and specks of blue
I didn't mean to get so close to the flowers
since I didn't know what they would do
but before I knew it , I was bleeding from the thorns
I didn't care
I was just happy to feel something other than my longing for you
so thats why when I felt the rain fall on my skin I didn't mind since ;
what would my flowers be , without all this rain ,
and what is my love for you , without all this pain
-r.b
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This is kinda sloppy but I'm rlly hurting rn I tried my best I've been crying for three hours
-your very own broken girl ❤️
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
