Rotten petals are the satelites of shattering
Paper fractured like a mirror
Broken portraits of unrequited love
Torn in triangles and undescribed shapes
Of wrath and anger turned to sour grapes
One heart eaten by the vultures
Bleeding fruit or a rotten steeple
Things went blue and black
Like the ship they wreck
This flower turned to petals
Coloured black fake love gone feral
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
Rotten petals are the satelites of shattering
Paper fractured like a mirror
Broken portraits of unrequited love
Torn in triangles and undescribed shapes
Of wrath and anger turned to sour grapes
One heart eaten by the vultures
Bleeding fruit or a rotten steeple
Things went blue and black
Like the ship they wreck
This flower turned to petals
Coloured black fake love gone feral
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