do you remember?
(though your free to forget about me)
but remember those moments,
when you
crawled to my heart
and forgot yourself
now a small piece of you lives in me.
YOU ARE READING
𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘
Poetryi look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.
