you
i've spent hours contemplating
the words to say to you
but no combination
of twenty-six different letters
could ever accurately capture
even a silver of what this feeling is
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
you
i've spent hours contemplating
the words to say to you
but no combination
of twenty-six different letters
could ever accurately capture
even a silver of what this feeling is