you'd sing about how much you love
me but then i realized, i wasn't the
only one in the audience
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.
unknown
you'd sing about how much you love
me but then i realized, i wasn't the
only one in the audience
