Poppy,
This is the name of a gift.
A tiny seed.
Monthly when the same
knocking comes,
Even though I cried the first time I realized it wasn't you I was welcoming, I opened my arms.
I was so joyous to have a pain that was so close to feeling you again.
Poppy I miss you
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
Poppy,
This is the name of a gift.
A tiny seed.
Monthly when the same
knocking comes,
Even though I cried the first time I realized it wasn't you I was welcoming, I opened my arms.
I was so joyous to have a pain that was so close to feeling you again.
Poppy I miss you
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