The flowers in my heart withered when you left.
You were the only one who knew how to water them right.
They are not yet dead because I keep watering them with your memories.
But soon,they will die because am learning how to forget you.
And when they die I hope the thorns die too because they have been pricking me and it hurts.
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From Thoughts To Words
Poetrya collection of words drawn from my thoughts,observations,conversations...
