You offered me a flower,
And I took it.
I offered you my love,
And you accepted it.
We had some good times,
And a lot of laughs.
As time went by,
We got older, but still felt so young.
We were so happy,
We thought nothing could break us up.
I don’t know what happened,
I guess we finally grew up.
My love is no longer yours,
And as for the flower…
It sits on my desk,
Wilting in sorrow.
Reminding me of what could have been,
But never will be.
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shelby's journal
eh tis journal is for my thoughts of the world, the people around me, and the places i have been. i will write peoms and possible short stories here. so have fun reading and i hope you enjoy...jeez this sounds soo lame
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