He picked Her
He picked her with affection,
Because he adore how lovely she is as a flow’r.
He was enchanted to meet her,
And the way she caress her petals.
He picked her meticulously,
Because she is one of a kind.
He let the pretty flower fall,
And pretend he likes her after all.
He picked her and then left,
Because he is a calloused guy.
He taped her on the wall,
She may belong to someone’s eye.
This poem is about:
Me
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