weeds now fill the space in my heart where roses once bloomed
the bees no longer give me honey, all the sunflowers that gre from my mind
exterminated by your pesticide
my iris eyes are now petaless, they've all been cried
you killed the flower garden
i am now a wasteland of wilted weeds and broken memories.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
weeds now fill the space in my heart where roses once bloomed
the bees no longer give me honey, all the sunflowers that gre from my mind
exterminated by your pesticide
my iris eyes are now petaless, they've all been cried
you killed the flower garden
i am now a wasteland of wilted weeds and broken memories.
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