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They say it’s better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we’d see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.
When everything is lonely I can be my best friend.