My eyes flutter
and my heart stops
stops dead in its tracks
it drops and won't stop
falling
falling
down to where I can no longer feel the ache within
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His Flowers, My Garden
PoetryThe flowers of the boy I once loved remain in my garden. MY garden. He's still here. Is this his way of getting back at me for treating him with nothing but respect? Will I grow to overcome the hardship of love, or will I fall even further into the...
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My eyes flutter
and my heart stops
stops dead in its tracks
it drops and won't stop
falling
falling
down to where I can no longer feel the ache within
