My heart, unlike a rose,
rose like a bird, and flew
towards the reflected light
right into a window,
and falling seven stories down,
met the ground with a small thud,
a mangled pile of feathers, blood.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
My heart, unlike a rose,
rose like a bird, and flew
towards the reflected light
right into a window,
and falling seven stories down,
met the ground with a small thud,
a mangled pile of feathers, blood.
(c) 2016
