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Humans die, is that really fine All we can do is be withered As we grow old and lose our shine I can feel the warmth of your body And the vibrancy radiated, But with each moment you’re always a breath short Reminding me of an inevitable outcome You can’t unpick a flower But not picking it does not ensure it lives forever. I thought I would, when I fell for you Let you clip me by them stem Lived and laughed while love played us fools Still my heart flutters when I see you Breaks into a million little pieces When I think of you now and tomorrow I wonder how the unpicked flower feels To be admired by all and shunned by none In the summer bliss of a trillion gazes To belong to all and not just one Yet one day before your time is come To find yourself, conveniently replaced With one who’s young like you once were.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
For whom do the flowers bloom?
Humans die, is that really fine All we can do is be withered As we grow old and lose our shine I can feel the warmth of your body And the vibrancy radiated, But with each moment you’re always a breath short Reminding me of an inevitable outcome You can’t unpick a flower But not picking it does not ensure it lives forever. I thought I would, when I fell for you Let you clip me by them stem Lived and laughed while love played us fools Still my heart flutters when I see you Breaks into a million little pieces When I think of you now and tomorrow I wonder how the unpicked flower feels To be admired by all and shunned by none In the summer bliss of a trillion gazes To belong to all and not just one Yet one day before your time is come To find yourself, conveniently replaced With one who’s young like you once were.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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