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I keep your secrets close to my heart Like the necklaces we wear with memories tucked deeper inside than we've ever shared Like a flower blossomed from us, held tightly to my chest Genuine seeds of thought sprout as our petals are doused in golden dreams While lust stained tips and thorns sharpen alongside the crescent moon I pick that flower every morning and think of you.
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
I used to hate flowers.
I keep your secrets close to my heart Like the necklaces we wear with memories tucked deeper inside than we've ever shared Like a flower blossomed from us, held tightly to my chest Genuine seeds of thought sprout as our petals are doused in golden dreams While lust stained tips and thorns sharpen alongside the crescent moon I pick that flower every morning and think of you.
This doesn't seem happy....but it is. It's about how beautiful it is when two people share secrets, or even random thoughts, with each other. Those two people have grown a beautiful, secret garden between them.
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angelina-desh
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
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