all the hope that I lost you have found

every word, every thought every sound.
every touch, every smile, every frown.
all the pain we've endured until now.
all the hope that I lost you have found.

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower could belong to me.
Why can't she belong to me?




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