Sep 2018
I was a rose
I was beautiful
I ripped off a petal for you every day.
But when all that remained
Was my thornΔd stem
You gave her my blood red bouquet.
- p. winter
I was beautiful
I ripped off a petal for you every day.
But when all that remained
Was my thornΔd stem
You gave her my blood red bouquet.
- p. winter
