Notice of absence from mmoonshine
i’m here for a good time, not a long time.
i’m here for a good time, not a long time.
shame (ii)
in a garden full of roses,
whose stems were full of sharp thorns,
a sunflower grew among them.
that girl was a sunflower,
she didn’t need protection.
she didn’t need a thing.
yet,
she was willing to sacrifice some petals,
to be something she wasn’t.
in her eyes,
everyone loved those roses,
and because she wasn’t a rose, she didn’t feel loved.
if that sunflower could make a wish,
i can’t help but wonder,
what would she wish?
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