Soon, I know
you’ll want to go.
I cross my fingers
For time to slow.
But when you’re done
With your goodbyes,
I hope you think of me:
the mayfly flower who was
destined to die.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
Soon, I know
you’ll want to go.
I cross my fingers
For time to slow.
But when you’re done
With your goodbyes,
I hope you think of me:
the mayfly flower who was
destined to die.