i'm too shy
to tell you
how i feel
so i'll hide behind
timid smiles and
soft hellos
i'm afraid
if i ask you
"what do you think
of me?"
your reply will be
"i don't"
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
