So you're telling me
that flowers grow
after they have died?
Well honey, I'd
believe you, but
in the past you've lied.
what about that
The trees were pining for your name.
You chopped them down.
What a dick.
You think that glue can fix their pain.
URGH a guy I used to like really pisses me off now....
Very nice poem
I'll just go kill myself then K?
really like the metaphors! Great poem!