My love is not like daisies
It's not pretty and cute and found in neat little bunches that are put into crowns
My love is not like roses, it's not beautiful and worn by everyone
My love is wild and will grow wherever it wants
My love is messy
Not something wanted by many
The only time I'll be associated with flowers is when I'm dead, buried eight feet under
Those who want my love never get far
I will bind your feet and prick your fingers and you will want to run
Everyone else does
There are those who have tried to cut me
But, I come back in revengeful bursts
If you want my love you will get it
It won't be easy
My love is not like flowers
It's not for everyone to pick at
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
