I watched them picking flowers in a garden. They always picked a rose and never the daisy, unaware that the daisy withered everytime they picked a rose.
01/19/2016
YOU ARE READING
To myself: rest in peace
PoetryThis is a toast to all the girls I've been and all the lives I've lived. The good, the bad, the inevitable. A collection of poems written by myself.
9:32AM thoughts about boys
I watched them picking flowers in a garden. They always picked a rose and never the daisy, unaware that the daisy withered everytime they picked a rose.
01/19/2016
