I waited for you to bring me flowers,

But I was a foolish girl,

Because you never would.

 

I finally realized,

I could make some,

Out of poetry and paper,

So I did.

 

 

And they were more gorgeous,

Than any flowers, you could have brought me.

 

I might have been a foolish girl then,

But I won’t be one around you,

Anymore.

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