you were pretty until i saw the way
your eyes swelled when you cried,
and you were pretty until i heard
how you stutter your goodbyes.
you were pretty until i saw the way
you lock your doors at night,
and you were pretty until i knew
you never felt quite right.
you were pretty until i heard
your heart's empty plea-
but then you weren't
pretty anymore.
you were beautiful
to me.
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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.
