May 2019
If we compare ourselves,
To flowers, that is,
I’m suppose I’m more of a rose.
Which is quite disappointing,
As I’ve always preferred daisies,
And you couldn’t love my
t h o r n s .
To flowers, that is,
I’m suppose I’m more of a rose.
Which is quite disappointing,
As I’ve always preferred daisies,
And you couldn’t love my
t h o r n s .
He loves me. He loves me not.
