He brought me flowers.
A strange mix of peonies and
irises.
A mismatch of separate beauties
Who do not quite fit
Together.
They look tired.
Exposed of the raw temperatures
we keep in our
Hearts.
Yet they light up the room,
Making it feel like home.
Making it feel like
him. He made me a bouquet.
And little did I know that a strange set of flowers
Would turn out to be the
reflection of us:
A mismatch of separate beauties, who do not quite fit
Together.
And yet they light up the room.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
He brought me flowers.
A strange mix of peonies and
irises.
A mismatch of separate beauties
Who do not quite fit
Together.
They look tired.
Exposed of the raw temperatures
we keep in our
Hearts.
Yet they light up the room,
Making it feel like home.
Making it feel like
him. He made me a bouquet.
And little did I know that a strange set of flowers
Would turn out to be the
reflection of us:
A mismatch of separate beauties, who do not quite fit
Together.
And yet they light up the room.
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