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Dear Lover
As I pick the petals of these flowers,
so many questions run through my head.
Does he love me?
Will he wait for me?
Am I worth it?
I can imagine the answer
to every single proposal,
but the petals leave my fate up to chance.
Tears distort the images of the nightmare
that has become reality
every night.
The horror of being so alone.
Dear lover, come home.
so many questions run through my head.
Does he love me?
Will he wait for me?
Am I worth it?
I can imagine the answer
to every single proposal,
but the petals leave my fate up to chance.
Tears distort the images of the nightmare
that has become reality
every night.
The horror of being so alone.
Dear lover, come home.
Published 24th Jan 2014
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