Flowers In My Minds Garden
all i remember are those cold nights when my fingers were ticking on the black pads
describing the way your presence changed the universe inside of me;
planting flowers in my minds garden.
the way you described your desires and thoughts in poetic form were like mine long falling leaves carried by the wind and drawn to the stars.
waiting for that moment to arrive at that place where you would realize that it could've
be me that would whisper those goodnight phrases right into your ear.
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