Apr 2019
If I were a flower,
you'd be the ground
and I'd pierce your skin,
to find what makes me live.
But boys are never the ones
we see as fragile flowers,
and if I keep hurting you,
it's because I couldn't live without,
the light of your presence
you'd be the ground
and I'd pierce your skin,
to find what makes me live.
But boys are never the ones
we see as fragile flowers,
and if I keep hurting you,
it's because I couldn't live without,
the light of your presence
The title has no particular meaning, if it isn't for the fact that magnolias are flowers and I love saying that word. Magnolia. It rolls on the tongue, don't you think?
