Page 117 of Poetry of Flowers

There were still things I couldn’t and would never understand, but I didn’t want to hate my mother.

“Yes, let’s get Autumn and Theo and check out. This adventure gave me our love, but it hurt as much, I want to make memories with you in a place that we love.”

Tillie smiled and looked up at me.

“I don’t care where our memories will be, I can love you everywhere.” She pulled me down with a kiss and I quickly picked up the notebook behind me.

“Before we leave, I want to show you something, Fleur.”

With her in my arms, I opened the first page, the page with the most scribbles.

Her page.

“You told me a muse should always be allowed to see what they inspired; you were my muse for each one of them.”

She buried her head in my notebook, and I watched the emotions that passed on her face while reading.

Poetry of Flowers

Maroon tinted lips hold my desire

Lover or liar

Don’t make me lose my mind

Love, you’re the madness in my crown

The butterflies in my center

Her feelings are written down as riddles

Flowers blooming their roots deep in rhymes

A poem for each fallen petal

For others, it’s a mystery on paper

For me, it’s the poetry of flowers

Let me kiss you

Let me touch you

Don’t let me long no more

Let me heal your wounds

Pull the thorns from your soul

Paint your rhymes on my skin

Let maroon color our souls

Let me be the poetry to your flowers

Pour all our secrets

Onto paper

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