There have been a dozen homes
a thousand kisses
but only seven wild flowers litter the porch of memories
baring their beauty in stark consistent contrast of concrete
year after year
as if their presence
unyielding
unwelcome
showed that love
would always
stay.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
There have been a dozen homes
a thousand kisses
but only seven wild flowers litter the porch of memories
baring their beauty in stark consistent contrast of concrete
year after year
as if their presence
unyielding
unwelcome
showed that love
would always
stay.
Love, a **** It never goes away. And always stays..
5th of February, 2018.
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