_pick me_, i say
as your hands stray around my stem.
_pick me_, i urge
as your fists close around my being.
_pick me_, i ask
when you suddenly pause.
_pick me_, i scream
as you walk to the flower by the fence.
_pick me_, i cry
when i see you take her home.
_don't pick me_, i think
when i feel other fingers caress me.
_pick me_, i beg
the next time i see you.
_pick me_, and i swear
i will flourish and put all the other flowers to shame.
Jul 18, 2022
Jul 18, 2022 at 3:26 PM UTC
_pick me_, i say
as your hands stray around my stem.
_pick me_, i urge
as your fists close around my being.
_pick me_, i ask
when you suddenly pause.
_pick me_, i scream
as you walk to the flower by the fence.
_pick me_, i cry
when i see you take her home.
_don't pick me_, i think
when i feel other fingers caress me.
_pick me_, i beg
the next time i see you.
_pick me_, and i swear
i will flourish and put all the other flowers to shame.
he loves me... he loves me not.
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