no mountain, nor sea,
no thing of this world
could keep us apart
because this is not
my world...
you are
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poesie"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
unknown
no mountain, nor sea,
no thing of this world
could keep us apart
because this is not
my world...
you are
