To the Plant I Refuse to Throw
For two months you've been sitting there burning in the sun and for some twisted reason I thought you'd bloom. I moved you, you're safe now, next to the door, where once again, I'll forget to throw you away.
For two months you've been sitting there burning in the sun and for some twisted reason I thought you'd bloom. I moved you, you're safe now, next to the door, where once again, I'll forget to throw you away.