Do you remember?
Do you remember talking to me in the garden?
You said, “beware the heart of a woman, for it is as twisted as it is as beautiful”.
Back then I couldn’t believe it. I’m older now; and those words are what I live by.
The most beautiful flower is the one with the most thorns.
You said, “Love what you do and you’ll do what you love”.
It seemed so easy back then…
You held me close, and told me you loved me.
I believed you. I wish I would have held on longer.
Now all there is is a hole from where you used to reside.
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