I'll
hand
a
rose
to
your
mother
I'll
lay
a
portrait
of
abstract
on
your
coffin
I'll
let
myself
cry
I'll
let
myself
remember
I'll
scream
your
name
in
my
head
I'll
wear
your
shirt
till
the
sweet
scent
is
gone
"The thorns of missing, pricked my heart."
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clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
