and if only you knew how much she did love you when it lasted, you wouldn't have left. maybe. probably.
THE GIRL WHO SPIT FLOWERS.
a poetry narration book.
seopresso, 2017.
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i met you first when i was ten. the girl within the tomboy knew you were something special. i was brash, braggy and baggy. but you?
you were the fresh dew on the beautiful flowers in the early mornings. you were the bright morning rays that spread itself in my white bedroom. a blessing.
with a toothy smile, a grin so wide that it made my heart skip a beat, you said, hey. and i knew, at that moment, you had my heart and my being.
you skipped a step, walked up to the girl laughing at another, and with a voice of honey dripping soother you said, stop. can i be your friend?
was i stuck in a zone i could never get out from then?
