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My whole life I had scoffed at boys gifting girls flowers The expensive ones, the kind they saved up for I thought it was incredibly immature to pay for pretty dead things When the world is in the process of destruction And the economy is constantly in inflation It could’ve paid for a lot of things— A nice meal or even AirPods It was until I got a girl of my own Smiling like she’s the sun Walking around and tugging me along I suddenly had the urge to get her a 50-dollar bouquet Or those fancy ones in a box shipped from Dubai Or a giant teddy bear—Yes! A giant teddy bear to fill a corner of her room on top of her pile of trash Suddenly she deserves pretty dead things Hold onto them as they slowly wilt I want her to walk around owning a piece of Earth It could’ve been an animal or a plant Shiny gems or a worm But she deserves the brightest crop among the weeds The purplest shade nature can make The pinkest rose The yellowest sunflower I’m not even one to write a poem either But somehow I now belong in the stupid group of hopeless romantics plucking pretty things from Earth Despite inflation and pragmatism I guess it says a lot about us humans Sentimental *****
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
The day I believed in flowers
My whole life I had scoffed at boys gifting girls flowers The expensive ones, the kind they saved up for I thought it was incredibly immature to pay for pretty dead things When the world is in the process of destruction And the economy is constantly in inflation It could’ve paid for a lot of things— A nice meal or even AirPods It was until I got a girl of my own Smiling like she’s the sun Walking around and tugging me along I suddenly had the urge to get her a 50-dollar bouquet Or those fancy ones in a box shipped from Dubai Or a giant teddy bear—Yes! A giant teddy bear to fill a corner of her room on top of her pile of trash Suddenly she deserves pretty dead things Hold onto them as they slowly wilt I want her to walk around owning a piece of Earth It could’ve been an animal or a plant Shiny gems or a worm But she deserves the brightest crop among the weeds The purplest shade nature can make The pinkest rose The yellowest sunflower I’m not even one to write a poem either But somehow I now belong in the stupid group of hopeless romantics plucking pretty things from Earth Despite inflation and pragmatism I guess it says a lot about us humans Sentimental *****
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lisenastja
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
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