bloom
I want to be your flower.
Not a dandelion
Something you will just blow away after it blooms
And not a rose
Something you will forget about as it wilts
Instead, I want to be your lavender
Something that will comfort you
And even when I’m gone
My scent will still be with you
Wednesday 28th June 2023 6:34 am
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