Flowers and Gardens(poem)

He loved them for just as long as the life of the roses he gave

They weren’t green thumbs

They gave their hearts, but he threw them in a grave.

She had grown a garden, she was different from the rest

He gave her his heart and she kept it in a chest

He threw away the key

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