your voice on the phone wasn't the same
i wondered if you were drifting
maybe my eyes weren't as beautiful to you anymore
my expectation was that you you'll tell me
you miss me
but you just said goodbye instead
i hope this isn't the end
because i really was hoping you would stay
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.
