I was your dandelion,
Time after time I always sprouted in the garden of your heart.
So how many times will you have to pick me, to cut me, to hurt me.
To realize
That I'll always come back to you.
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tales of a lovestruck teen
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when I feeling a little too much. Hope you enjoy :)) - note: this is my first time writing things like this, so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes <3 (all but one of these photos don't belong to me, I don't take an...
