Over And Done

Don't long for the wilted flower

To stand tall again

It's time is spent

Turn your attentions to another bloom

His conflicting thoughts about me showcased themselves across the table, he feared me yet wanted to be with me. I understood his turmoil because I felt that way about myself

The Hearts Maturity

my heart became vintage as the memories of us decomposed in my mind

The Siren

once he dipped himself in my honey he developed an addiction for my taste

Over And Done

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