i dreamt of pink flowers in my gardenbut i woke up to a barren field
i thought i saw you in my dream
but i woke up to a blank space
i had you imagined as perfect
but you're full of flaws and kinks
i had you dressed and framed
but the sight was too surreal
i thought you can count the petals
instead you were lost and drained
too young to suffer endlessly
too young to be deprived of wins
too young to be incomplete, a taker
but i love you just the same...
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thanks to you dear artist for your award winning art :)
