maybe i'm just drunk
but you are on my mind
and i am dizzy
but you are here
and my sight is blurred
but i can feel you near
maybe i'm just hurting because
you're not wrapped around me
like my duvet is about to be
i'd replace it with you every day
for a kiss goodnight
you see
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.
