blue flowers

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time is suppose to heal pain... i want the time to go by so my heart heals... but i worry if i forget the pain that i'll forget her.

and i cant decide which is worse
blue flowers

Poem

Elli’s song the last unicorn:

 

What is plucked will grow again,

What is slain lives on

What is stolen will remain –

What is gone is gone

 

What is sea-born dies on land

Soft is trod upon

What given burns the hand –

What is gone is gone

 

Here is there, and high is low

All may be undone.

What is true, no two men know –

What is gone is gone

 

Who has choices need not choose.

We must, who have none.

We can love but what we lose –

What is gone is gone

 

 

blue flowers

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oh god i dont know what to do i want to see you so bad but i dont think me and you should be alone esp after what u said last time...