Offer me a garden of roses and thorns
Rather than a bouquet of words which will soon fade like ashes against the wind-a battle with an outcome so clear you might just call it spring water
for such things actually Last.
Offer me the ground itself rather than the flowers, if IT ever let's me down then gravity will actually let me go, then gravity will finally let me be one with the wind.
-Lonele Madikizela
YOU ARE READING
The Sound Of Sweet Little Nothings
RomanceMy stupid heart serves as untied shoes laces so this is a funny story of how I fell for you
