rusty petals on
a withered vine
the summer birds
left an egg behind
healing rose with
wicked thorn
but the wind blew
down the devil's door
I'm begging you
to drop the gun
a single grape
beneath the sun
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
rusty petals on
a withered vine
the summer birds
left an egg behind
healing rose with
wicked thorn
but the wind blew
down the devil's door
I'm begging you
to drop the gun
a single grape
beneath the sun
A few thoughts on hurt and abuse. thank you for reading
© Mike Mortensen
