i am sorry,
that i am not the brightest
star in the universe, or
the most beautiful rose
in the garden.
i am sorry,
that my cheeks are not
as rosy, or that
my eyes don't shine as
brightly as theirs do.
but, i am not sorry,
that it is you whom i've
fallen for.
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poesía"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
