She is beautiful
Graceful
A real flower
You are angry
Lost in self turmoil
She gave you a home
The security
And you are why her petals fall off
She loses herself
A lively one
Becomes stone cold
You have wilted her
And made it known
You are why my petals fell off
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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