you stopped
liking roses
when they
started to
grow out
of my
wrists
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
詩歌"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
k.p.k
you stopped
liking roses
when they
started to
grow out
of my
wrists
