She smells like flowers.
Like the kind that bloom in the early spring.
They pop out of their bush almost saying
"I'm here! Doesn't it feel like summer?"
But then, a day later, the ground is covered with frost again
And they sky is grey
And the air is cool.
But the flowers are still there.
And this time they seem to say,
"I'm here! It will be summer soon enough!"
And even though they're a false lead on when the cold spell ends
They're still beautiful flowers.
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RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
