i like it when
you sleep,
for you are so
beautiful yet
so unaware of it.
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
שירים"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
i like it when
you sleep,
for you are so
beautiful yet
so unaware of it.
