1. To trust my heart
Into a wrong body
That holds acid for blood.
2. To carry my stories
With me to dust like a
Decaying novel never read.
3. To say I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you
To the wind more than to her.
4. To hold a grudge
Long enough for it to bloom
Into a beautiful flower
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Author:
Czar-Inks (
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- Category: Love
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What sort of flower would that be?
A rose; thorny
Yes, I imagined it would have thorn.
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