I like how you answer those ******, useless questions they ask. Did i ever mention how beautiful you are? I said, thank you, let me write you a poem.
if i was a poet, i'd write you a letter confessing the woeful thoughts that crossed my mind whenever you'd speak your mind. you've always been attractive, and i have always been attracted to you. but the universe makes it clear, we can't trust each other.
this garden of green (and a little bit of yellow and pink) is full of life and lies. I have told my stories to the plants and flowers on this garden of green many times before, hoping they'd talk or, perhaps, love me back.
i have been wishing for a firefly to come to this healthy garden of green of mine, and none came.
And i'm glad. i cannot **** a firefly. something so precious and rare, i cannot **** or imprison or limit it. i will be too powerful it is making me Crazy