Your heart sprouts flowers,
and you water them with your tears
so they couldn't see
how burnt out they made it.
And when they left you,
you didn't believe in love anymore.
But you planted seeds in your heart anyway,
because the least you could do is
love yourself.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 2:00 AM UTC
Your heart sprouts flowers,
and you water them with your tears
so they couldn't see
how burnt out they made it.
And when they left you,
you didn't believe in love anymore.
But you planted seeds in your heart anyway,
because the least you could do is
love yourself.
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