Who caused
these pretty Roshach stains?
'We did,' I say.
We dressed our ugly white walls
In violet-greys.
My hands used to tingle. Your heart fluttered up.
Now these lone ghost limbs of mine find solace
in breakup hymns
and tubs of Ben and Jerry's ice cream
all whilst
craving
hoping
and remembering
the distant memory of your own warmth.
-Florilegium actually means a literary collection of poems and extracts in latin (Which is why it's the new title of Ampersand) but for some reason it reminded me of flowers (Violets, to be specific) and love and other weird but beautiful things, hence the poem :)
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Poetry'do you suppose she's a wildflower?' // a collection of scream, free verse and generally loud poetry from a quiet girl.
