She Picked Me Flowers

A Poem by withered_flower

She picked me flowers

and I
cant help but wonder

if I've

ever picked her flowers

my whole life

She gave me flowers

then she

gave me the power

to be,

be soaring with her

like a kite

So I gave her flowers

but she

just made me shiver

Said she,

she didn't love me

like a wife

Author's Note

Sucks, doesn't it?

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Added on August 9, 2017
Last Updated on August 9, 2017
Tags: Flowers, Love, Unrequited

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