isn't it unsettling to think that
there were 107,602,707,791 people
who lived and died
on this earth before you
and soon you'll be
just like them,
nameless
and
forgotten
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
isn't it unsettling to think that
there were 107,602,707,791 people
who lived and died
on this earth before you
and soon you'll be
just like them,
nameless
and
forgotten
