I'm planting secrets
seeds falling forwards
my intentions mistaken
I still love you
shaking hands are
roughly holding roses
the thorns are pulling
blood from my hands
as I hold these
wilted flowers
I'm pulling pedals
does he love me?
time is passing
winds are blowing
thoughts have faded
back into darkness
make up smearing
tears are dancing
on the shadows
of my lashes
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