tell me what made your sides
brittle with doubt
what snapped your bones and broke your lungs
to murky waters, tell me, what it had to take to
save you, what it'd mean to ask for
help
dear ophelia, i've kept your rosemaries by the softest sun
your pansies, your rue and daisies still
keep their pigments
in the last page of your binded journal.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
tell me what made your sides
brittle with doubt
what snapped your bones and broke your lungs
to murky waters, tell me, what it had to take to
save you, what it'd mean to ask for
help
dear ophelia, i've kept your rosemaries by the softest sun
your pansies, your rue and daisies still
keep their pigments
in the last page of your binded journal.
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