i'd like to say
you cross my mind
from time to time
like my mind
is a street
and you are only
passing through
on business
but unfortunately
you're on my mind
in a permanent residence
you built
all those summers back
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.
