Mar 2020
Flowers held out,
Wilted and rotted.
A momento from past lovers,
Arranged poorly.
Boy you must stop
With this
Childish hope
No one wants
A bruised bouquet
Please, just go away.
l.v.s and I.M
Wilted and rotted.
A momento from past lovers,
Arranged poorly.
Boy you must stop
With this
Childish hope
No one wants
A bruised bouquet
Please, just go away.
l.v.s and I.M
A friend was sharing some poems with me, the first part was a section of one of his poems that stood out to me. I added the second part to it because I was inspired.
If you're interested check out more if his work and give him some love here: https://www.instagram.com/p/B9kmXbigU0M/
If you're interested check out more if his work and give him some love here: https://www.instagram.com/p/B9kmXbigU0M/
