A secret you held
I could've been spared with words
The wound heals in time
Dump me in the ground
With earth I'll be complete
I'll be flowers
Used to make perfume
Smells you love in a bottle
Now on your nightstand
A permanent part
Of your pain, sadness, and smell
Vapors of my dreams
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
