Aug 2018
Love a rose,
Just as is she
Her petals fell each time,
Until there was nothing but
her stem in the bewildered soil.
Just as is she
Her petals fell each time,
Until there was nothing but
her stem in the bewildered soil.
her love grew until there was nothing lefty of it. until it escaped and each time she loved me . another part of her fell out of it. until there was nothing left but her body no soul. laying upon the ground in nakedness
