In my secret garden are secrets no one know.
Hidden behind tall flowers are emotions and feelings that do not show
Blossoming are weeds of events, not one planted with intention
Some tried to peek, others tried to sneak, but excelled in the wrong direction
Whats in this garden stays and never goes
The roots and soil deep and dark, no one will ever know
All are exempt because of lack of intellect, and trust
Those who attempt shall never be prosperous
NAJMEEE IS BACK! How you be mai fine ladyy :0 I missed you so!
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HELL YES.
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I did. I so did.
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Oh mi gawd that poem is so gorgeous. Very very gorgeous. I love every bit of it…