Daisies, marvellous daisies for sale. I want to keep them all but I'm afraid they'd go stale. Full of my love, dreams and hopes that helped me countless times to cope. I'm giving them away for free, because they sure deserve some liberty.
I keep crying over spilt milk, my mentality is becoming as slippery as silk.
I keep crying over spilt tea, what on earth is wrong with me.
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Turquoise Emotions
PoetryI am trying to cope with my chaotic, hectic self. These are my late-night thoughts.
