I won't stop watering the rose you planted in my heart,
not because I think we might have our worlds intertwined again.
but so when the cold claims me,
I'll have the memory that I'm human... that once I felt something.
I want to set what we were on fire,
sit back and watch the flames lick my eyes, dancing in my vision
putting on a show that i would eagerly entertain to destruct my heart from the sinking hole calling it's name.
but I've always been impulsive, so no I won't burn it down.
Instead I sit with the memories heavy on my lap,
and like wine they age gracefully but for a taste too close to home I still find them distasteful.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 7:22 PM UTC
I won't stop watering the rose you planted in my heart,
not because I think we might have our worlds intertwined again.
but so when the cold claims me,
I'll have the memory that I'm human... that once I felt something.
I want to set what we were on fire,
sit back and watch the flames lick my eyes, dancing in my vision
putting on a show that i would eagerly entertain to destruct my heart from the sinking hole calling it's name.
but I've always been impulsive, so no I won't burn it down.
Instead I sit with the memories heavy on my lap,
and like wine they age gracefully but for a taste too close to home I still find them distasteful.
