Fear of Flowers
You said you were afraid of flowers,
Yet that didn't stop you from plucking mine.
Precious blossoms, nurtured with love now doomed to wither,
For all you’ve left me to water them with are tears.
© wolf’s cub
Yet that didn't stop you from plucking mine.
Precious blossoms, nurtured with love now doomed to wither,
For all you’ve left me to water them with are tears.
© wolf’s cub
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