11th of June, 2015

Recently I started to count
and I have found a great amount

Shops with florals behind the glass
That I find terrifying to pass

Before the roses didn’t mean
the slightest or slender thing

Until you showed up at my house
Which caused a half-untied blouse

You brought the biggest rose-bouquet
And swore that this time you would stay

And with every blossoming window
this nauseous feeling would grow

I did not find flowers in my head
but the bittersweet memories of you instead

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