When you were first on the scene, you made me feel like a rose in bloom.
The relationship was budding,
As sweet as nectar,
You was MY honey,
Until you decided to pick away at my every petal.
You surely let the sting out of your nettles,
Now I am left with a naked, fragile centre,
But thank-YOU for tearing me down with your garden shovel, only to make me grow stronger.
I am glad you blew me off alfresco,
Because that means you weren't the one and I can share my blossom and pollen with someone a whole lot more special.
- Sophie Lianne.
Sophie Lianne
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