The truth.
23:23:43 ☆ 2014-05-04
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Every time I was about to buy you flowers
I always thought of what I wanted them to say.
So I stood there for a good few minutes
And tried to found the word in every single one.
The color meant one thing, the shape another.
The visit always ended with me not bying anything.
I never came up with a message that felt right.
But I want to believe that one day
When the feelings are right, and my message is clear
That I would be able to pick out the best mix possible
And give them to a love so real
That the words wouldn't even matter.
A love so real that the flowers would be a gesture of meaning
But still so little, that not even you
Could blame me if I picked out the wrong ones.
xx
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