a quiet night
echoing sobs
glimpse of grief
heavy heartbeats
sulking by a corner
blaming my mind for hours
thinking over and over again -
you can never grow a dead flower.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
a quiet night
echoing sobs
glimpse of grief
heavy heartbeats
sulking by a corner
blaming my mind for hours
thinking over and over again -
you can never grow a dead flower.