I"ll plant a row of daisy seeds, In the space below each eye, So they"ll remind you of your beauty When they bloom each time you cry. And from the chaos of her soul, there flowed beauty.
If you want to heal your broken heart, plant hope in your wounds and wait for love to grow.
Let the moon teach you the art of being a queen. Loving her, requires you loving her scars and wounds too. You can't pick and choose the parts of her to celebrate.
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