The last of your remains I hold so dear
You hated this white flower I wear in my hair
You said that it’ll replace the love that we share
The white flower you hated without a care
Now the only thing that keeps me from forgetting you were here
The last of your remains I hold so dear and the hated white flower that I wear in my hair could never replace the love that we share
For, every time I hold this hated white flower so dear, it triggers my body to remember the love That we will
Forever,
Share.
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Author:
Bloomingcereus (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
A sad poem of mortal loss but not of love or memory where a flower serves as past hate and doubt but also present memory and promise. Most lovely
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