Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 3
How long does it last?
the roses wilt and leave, lifeless.
I dry them, beg them, bottle them.
Forever in a heart shaped jar
Forever sits on my alter and gathers dust
Taunts me

I used to be alive.
Anna
Written by
Anna  24/F
(24/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems