i started to write about you
until i crumbled up the page
because you're no longer worth
the words that slip my brain
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poesi"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
orion carloto
i started to write about you
until i crumbled up the page
because you're no longer worth
the words that slip my brain
