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She was told to keep her flower safe
He was told to discard it at any moment
You can only give your flower to one
While you accept the other
We choose what we do with it
Few keep it for who we love
Most just want it gone
Though still remember; only one
It doesn't matter if you give or keep
You will be praised, and scolded for both
Whatever you do will upset someone
So learn; my flower my choice
Give a petal to everyone
or give on flower to your love
Throw away the flower
or give it to someone who will treasure it
It's your flower, and it's your choice
All i ask of you is a simple task
Wait until it has bloomed
Then give whatever to whomever
He was told to discard it at any moment
You can only give your flower to one
While you accept the other
We choose what we do with it
Few keep it for who we love
Most just want it gone
Though still remember; only one
It doesn't matter if you give or keep
You will be praised, and scolded for both
Whatever you do will upset someone
So learn; my flower my choice
Give a petal to everyone
or give on flower to your love
Throw away the flower
or give it to someone who will treasure it
It's your flower, and it's your choice
All i ask of you is a simple task
Wait until it has bloomed
Then give whatever to whomever
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Tap. . . Tap. . . . Tap. . Tap. . . SLAM!
Opening his eyes and sitting up quickly, Norway looked around the room. The soft sounds he had heard were interrupted and roughly woke him from his unconscious state. His emotionless violet eyes looked around the room, only stopping momentarily to watch the still asleep [Name] that lay next to him. He found nothing out of the ordinary.
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I am back. Well, i never really left i just didn't post a lot for a long while. So here is a poem, and i think you know what it's about. So here you go my lovelies.
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Wow, this is really good poetry! Your extremely talented at writing these! I wish I could write stuff like this... 