Marigolds
He told me I looked better
With a bright orange flower in my hair
It reminds him of the innocence
Of our first date to the fair
Our love back then felt so new
Everything I felt was so rare
Wherever he went
I was there
But now that's all gone
My heart is just a split open tear
I'm sitting in our special garden
That’s right behind my home
Where you helped plant the flowers
With a special section for the marigolds.
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