Just going through some shit

  • I've just been going through somethings at home and on here.

    Love is sad, and love is cruel.
    To find it again, don't be a fool.
    My flower was young, 
    And my flower was sweet,
    When we were together,
    Our passion was heat,
    We travelled together, never apart,
    And I knew that forever he would be in my heart,
    I would look in his eyes and I would hold my breathe
    To lose such a treasure would mean certain death,
    This sweet little thing that I used to adore, 
    I never thought we would be no more.
    The sun went away and it started to rain,
    The joy in my heart soon turned into pain.
    My little flower that I adored,
    My absence was long, and he got bored
    My flower has wilted from the lack of the heat,
    Resentment took over, and our love was beat,
    If only we planted more of those seeds, 
    Our garden would flourish and not the weeds.
    Wilted flower don't be sad, 
    Another's garden is not so bad,
    Always look up and never bend,
    And soon you will find that your heart will mend
    Love is sad, and love is cruel,
    To find it again, don't be a fool.

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