i see the way he looks at her
like she's the best thing that's ever happened to him
but i see the way she looks at him
with fear in her eyes that he could walk out at any moment
i know that look
afraid to lose someone you love
but if only she could see the way he looks at her
losing her would mean he lost his whole world
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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.
