Bereft beyond contemplation,
still do impoverished
memories still falter.
And every petal that
lacerates within
inclines while scaring inward.
The blossom that you gave me,
soils slowly. Soon I will have
just the decaying perfume to linger on.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Bereft beyond contemplation,
still do impoverished
memories still falter.
And every petal that
lacerates within
inclines while scaring inward.
The blossom that you gave me,
soils slowly. Soon I will have
just the decaying perfume to linger on.
