When you broke my heart
You scrambled around to find glue;
Expected me to sprout new flowers and bloom.
But honey, once a flower is plucked,
It's growth is stuck.
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PoetryYou must know real war To walk into my life with No bulletproof vest on⚔️ This is my book of poetry about love in all forms: growth, healing and other drugs. I hope you enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life! 🦄 WARNING: This is m...
I Am A Plucked Flower
When you broke my heart
You scrambled around to find glue;
Expected me to sprout new flowers and bloom.
But honey, once a flower is plucked,
It's growth is stuck.
