Eating every petal,
tasting falsehoods
of what they meant.
Every thorn crushed in
our last meal,
hoping shards
cut deeply on the misconstrued
hope you would taste my pain.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Eating every petal,
tasting falsehoods
of what they meant.
Every thorn crushed in
our last meal,
hoping shards
cut deeply on the misconstrued
hope you would taste my pain.
