You knelt down, defeated with the black rose in your hand.
Your eyes surprised you with tears - her memories were a blur.
You pluck the petals - one at a time,
All the while muttering "She doesn't love me, but I do, more than he loves her "
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
You knelt down, defeated with the black rose in your hand.
Your eyes surprised you with tears - her memories were a blur.
You pluck the petals - one at a time,
All the while muttering "She doesn't love me, but I do, more than he loves her "
Valentines day special! #7 on 52weekpoetrychallenge
