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Roses and Lilies

Roses
i. "you must be suicidal to love her" has been a joke for so long I had begun to believe that my purpose was to break boys. So I have never let one stick around long enough to prove us wrong, but God I hope you stay. 
ii. I keep praying I do not fuck this up. 
iii. Do Not Fuck This Up. Do Not Fuck This Up.
iv. Wild hearts cannot be broken. So maybe that's why I'm not scared of loving you.
v. I have met my match. I can't help but laugh at how funny that sounds. 
vi. As though I was a puzzle and you were the last piece. 
vii. Dear God. Thank you for him.
viii. How did I go from one prayer before bed to every time you cross my mind I have to let God know "thank you for the extra help that came wrapped in black excellence"
ix.. My flowers are wilting and I want to cry because the only thing that has made me this happy in so long is you.
x. They're kinda turning black now which makes me laugh because you did want to get me black roses.
xi. Your aura kinda flatters my Aura. 
xii.Note to self: You deserve him as much as he deserves you.
xiii. Babe this doesn't rhyme. :)

Lilies 
i. Aaliyah Ayeshah Moyo is my favorite Lily. 
ii. Yours is my favorite smile. 
iii. Thank you. For choosing me.
iv. I love you.

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