who's gonna tell her i'm the one?
i'm the one for you here?
the room's full of flowers,
your favorite ones that she gave you,
but you are watching,
you're watching me,
incapable of looking away.
oh it would be fun if she trampled me now,
i know you'll never be the one to let her, though.
since that's how it works
when you don't let go
YOU ARE READING
soul flow
Poetryi write poems based on my life experience. it helps me understand my own feelings and emotions. maybe some of you resonate with my words.
