because for once,
my words weren't just used
to fill a void between
the silence in our sheets,
but also as a mantra
to remind myself that
i am loved.
even if you aren't the one
telling me.
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
