Flowers
Most flowers bloom but that’s not me and you were like the leaves at fall they don’t bloom at all. Some petals dry on the winds they fly, that is more like us, crumbling to dust.
Some seeds they grow just like our love for sure, through the grit and dirt we’re going to make it work.
The trees they sway when the days are long but just like us they’re still standing strong!
The rain it pours causing thunder storms , puddles galore , drowning with no air, smiling with out a care I just need you more.
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