Poetry

This Is My works i hope you'll support me ❤️ Title: He never did so it wilted it wilted— the flower you once bombarded with questions  if he was made for you  or he wasn't...  if he loves you or  he doesn't... had wilted, but the response its petals whispered to the wind,  and the truth its stems had let to rode on stayed fresh and undead,  the answers, in your mind,  still reverberates, that he wasn't made for you,  he doesn't love you, And he never did