He Gave Me Flowers

He Gave Me Flowers

A Poem by Heather
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Found this in my notebook. haha.

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Slowly, things are changing

And beginnings are turning to ends

We no longer know where to look

So we just play pretend

They all close their eyes

As we look straight into the light

And our secrets are coming out

But we’ll keep our lips sealed tight

© 2008 Heather


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Added on August 17, 2008
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Heather
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