kiss me again (stuttering) -Ben’s Brother
Flowers are like love. When tended to they grow, blossom, thrive they seem to be everything, something that will never go away. But unattended flowers wilt, shrivel, the leaves beginning to crumble. Eventually die without care, the fragile things they are. You have been gone, not attending the flower you have. What happened? How could you leave your flower? I am wondering if the dieing flower you...
The Show -Lenka