some days,
i feel everything at once.
other days,
i feel nothing at all.
i don't know what's worse:
drowning beneath the waves
or dying from the thirst.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
deadroses || poetry
Thơ Ca"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
o.m.
some days,
i feel everything at once.
other days,
i feel nothing at all.
i don't know what's worse:
drowning beneath the waves
or dying from the thirst.
