the places you kissed me
are bruises now
and i feel so blue,
my eyes are carcasses
from all the nights i stayed up
waiting for you
- just like the roses on my dresser, wilted from all the days i have spent away. just like you.
YOU ARE READING
aching heart
Poetry[POETRY/PROSE] red poppies, aching hearts, and sweet cream. my first collection of poems - DRAFT & STILL UPDATING
