and suddenly,
the ink from my pen
felt better on paper
when things were written
about
you.
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.
orion carloto
and suddenly,
the ink from my pen
felt better on paper
when things were written
about
you.
