The world is full of flowers.
I'm wilting. I only have a few petals left. I've been stepped on. I've been cut when they moa the lawn.
Noone will pick me.
I can't blame them. I wouldn't pick me either.
night time poetry
By slvt4pain
*Poetry and quotes I come up with when I'm supposed to be asleep* Most are quite short so the last chapter wi... More