I was a sunflower;
in all my colorful glory
a happy sight to behold
—more to my nature than could be imagined.
But you preferred roses;
Soft.
With petals that called your fingers
to linger as they please.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
I was a sunflower;
in all my colorful glory
a happy sight to behold
—more to my nature than could be imagined.
But you preferred roses;
Soft.
With petals that called your fingers
to linger as they please.