Friday, February 16, 2007
She Was A Hybrid Flower; I Was Only A Weed In Her Garden Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Always before when she would look at me
with those eyes, I would know
that she'd be questioning each and everything
she had learned about loving
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12/26/2025 9:02:31 AM # 1.0.0
Hey! ... one person's weed is another's flower...Life is too short to remain someone's weed, and if you stick around, you'll surely only get your head lopped off, have your roots pulled from under you, be poisoned in a horrible fashion...or blow away in the wind... Hugs, Dee