i tried to be stong.
but your roots grew around my ribcage.
and your soil in my veins.
green vines tangled around my heart.
with flowers blooming in my mind.
afraid that one day,
they will all know decay.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
i tried to be stong.
but your roots grew around my ribcage.
and your soil in my veins.
green vines tangled around my heart.
with flowers blooming in my mind.
afraid that one day,
they will all know decay.
