"There were Roses on my doorstep"
My friend told me one day,
"An admirer" I said, thinking nothing of it.
A week later she was dead. I mourned and moved on.
Ten years later, I heard the doorbell ring.
Roses on my Doorstep.
YOU ARE READING
Into The Abstract
PoetryPoetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.
