Jul 2015
Fall is gone,
I’m alone.
This winter,
I wither
With this flower
Next to me,
That
I didn’t water
But that
Didn’t bother.
I made
Her wither,
Not winter.
I’m alone.
This winter,
I wither
With this flower
Next to me,
That
I didn’t water
But that
Didn’t bother.
I made
Her wither,
Not winter.
