i thought i was moving on
until one day
someone asked me
"if you had one wish, what would it be?"
and the first thing i thought of
was to waste that wish on you.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
deadroses || poetry
Poesia"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
