If I bring this flower back to life
You have to be happy you said
The flower died and you left
"I need you" you beg me now
I died with the flower love
There's no going back from here
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
Dead
If I bring this flower back to life
You have to be happy you said
The flower died and you left
"I need you" you beg me now
I died with the flower love
There's no going back from here
