Jul 2019
Cut the valves of my heart
with the thorns
of your flowers.
You put seeds
in my blood,
I watered it
with my cries
a garden grew
in my body...
that I never asked
to be planted.
with the thorns
of your flowers.
You put seeds
in my blood,
I watered it
with my cries
a garden grew
in my body...
that I never asked
to be planted.
In my agony grew beauty.
