Bloom
I planted that smile
on your face,
It bloom's in warmth
of my appreciation,
But you don't bloom
for me,
You blossom for
the hand of someone
else,
Now your thorns
are plunged
in mine,
whenever I
wanna hold you
in my arm.
— t e k u j i ❤
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