when you met me,
you gave me a flower,
a sunflower.when you left me,
I put in my my journal.every now and then when I'm flipping through the the pages,
I'll find it.
dying and falling apart,
just like you were.
YOU ARE READING
loud poetry from a quiet girl
Poetrypoetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
one-hundred-sixty-third
when you met me,
you gave me a flower,
a sunflower.when you left me,
I put in my my journal.every now and then when I'm flipping through the the pages,
I'll find it.
dying and falling apart,
just like you were.