when i first met you
you were nothing more
than another face
but 6 months later
and you're the only face
i could ever find
in a crowded place
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.
unknown
when i first met you
you were nothing more
than another face
but 6 months later
and you're the only face
i could ever find
in a crowded place
