One flower stands apart,
One flower stole my heart,
But I'll need it back if you want me
To move on from you, I plea.
It is my heart, it belongs to me,
But then you took it forcefully.
You love me not, or so you said,
So just get out of my poor head.
Yet, then you pause and give a sigh,
Which lifts my spirits way up high.
You grab my hand and whisper kind,
"I'll give you yours... if you give me mine."
~ Lia Rose, 2012
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