i don't want to be vulnerable
and i swore i would never be
but then you noticed me
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.
h.s.
i don't want to be vulnerable
and i swore i would never be
but then you noticed me
