I use to look at your picture every day.
Then four times a week.
As of tomorrow,
I'll have almost made two weeks.
A long time passed.
Excruciating.
I'm not OK
They pay me to be.
I planted tulips last spring.
They weren't for you,
But I thought they could be.
The tulips bloomed again
Three red, one yellow.
As bright as your carnation
On prom night yellow.
The tulips bloomed too early
Hence the wilting.
I said I'd pull the weeds and tend.
It's almost been two weeks.
Excruciating.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC
I use to look at your picture every day.
Then four times a week.
As of tomorrow,
I'll have almost made two weeks.
A long time passed.
Excruciating.
I'm not OK
They pay me to be.
I planted tulips last spring.
They weren't for you,
But I thought they could be.
The tulips bloomed again
Three red, one yellow.
As bright as your carnation
On prom night yellow.
The tulips bloomed too early
Hence the wilting.
I said I'd pull the weeds and tend.
It's almost been two weeks.
Excruciating.
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