i tried to stop loving you
so i built walls around my heart
and found other names
to whisper in the night
but you carved yourself
into my veins
even if you meant to or not
and sometimes i wonder
if you remember the way
we looked at each other
or maybe you forgot
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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.
