she'll never leave
her music on shuffle,
and she always has to know
what the weather will be like
two days in advance,
because she's been scarred
by the
unpredictability
of
your
thoughts
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
诗歌"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
