i fell in love with a music box
you were a music box,
with your lid shut so tight,
just waiting to see who
was lovely enough to
want to hear something
beautiful,
just waiting to see who
cared enough to
open you up
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.
