She was a flower
That he picked
And called beautiful
As she fell slowly
Petal by petal
Until almost empty
Only a whisper
Could be heard
By the last petal:
He loves me not..
●
©️Christina de Vries
She was a flower
That he picked
And called beautiful
As she fell slowly
Petal by petal
Until almost empty
Only a whisper
Could be heard
By the last petal:
He loves me not..
●
©️Christina de Vries
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