thinking of you
kept me up again
and i may be
dreaming myself
through
existence,
but when you
live in my brain
but don't sleep
in my arms,
i finally
understand
distance.
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.
k.p.k
thinking of you
kept me up again
and i may be
dreaming myself
through
existence,
but when you
live in my brain
but don't sleep
in my arms,
i finally
understand
distance.
