Dried flowers pressed between yellowed pages
Fragile from time and age,
Time has not been kind
Three long years have passed now,
Tears have stained the pages,
Of a story never told or read
Just a home for memories…
Staring long and hard
Hoping to bring you back
Or just to catch a glimpse of you
The red roses seem so black now
And the baby’s breath has long ceased to breathe
Fingers caress the petals and brush against the page,
Stirring up dust and memories that rise from the pages
The little nothings that meant so much,
Your dried flowers pressed between yellowed pages.














Comments
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♂ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
♀ + ♂ = ♥
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I AM THE FRONTLINE OF SHADOWZERRO. GOD THE FATHER, JESUS THE SON, AND THE HOLY SPIRIT LOVE YOU AS MUTCH AS I DO!
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"Beyond the door theres peace Im sure
And I know therell be no more tears in heaven..."
-Eric Clapton
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Staring into the intersection
she thinks that she can fly and she might
holding on in a new direction
she's gonna try it tonight
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Staring into the intersection
she thinks that she can fly and she might
holding on in a new direction
she's gonna try it tonight
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Staring into the intersection
she thinks that she can fly and she might
holding on in a new direction
she's gonna try it tonight
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Staring into the intersection
she thinks that she can fly and she might
holding on in a new direction
she's gonna try it tonight
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I AM THE FRONTLINE OF SHADOWZERRO. GOD THE FATHER, JESUS THE SON, AND THE HOLY SPIRIT LOVE YOU AS MUTCH AS I DO!
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Staring into the intersection
she thinks that she can fly and she might
holding on in a new direction
she's gonna try it tonight
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