Answer:
Explanation:
This is mine!
The Late Soul
The flower unfolds.
To reveal it's soul. Too bad
the bees were all gone.
Rain
They say rain is bad.
I say the rain hides the pain.
For my tears shall blend.
Imagine
I close my eyes and
breathe. You told me I was crazy.
Now I tell you, i m a g i n e.
THESE ARE ALL AUTHENTIC