you told me you love me
and my heart screamed
i love you too
but my lips were sealed
with the fear of giving
myself to you, and so
i never said
i love you too
and as time passed
you got tired of waiting,
and you left with my heart
still silently aching
i love you too
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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.
