A year of true love Four bouquets of flowers Every petal slowly plummeting Sitting in the middle of my room How could I ever get rid of them Especially since they’re from you. My teenage love.
15 years of torture and love 1 blanket given to me years back Still attached is your scent How I miss that version of you Maybe that’s why I hold onto it. My once amazing dad.
The pencil scratching against the page Words of love being written The notes you write all together Just like us.. I could never leave them alone. My bag of love.
All together my room If I’ve ever loved you your there Attached to a wall or hidden in the closet Your represented in some way My 15 years of life packed into this space.