there is somebody out there for you,
somebody who will get your soul
and tend your heart like a flower,
but you must be patient
as the rain
as the sea
as the sky
because finding love
is part of nature,
and will not bloom
until it's season
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
