don't you dare
shrink yourself
for someone else's comfort-
do not become small
for someone who refuses to grow.
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Puisi"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
don't you dare
shrink yourself
for someone else's comfort-
do not become small
for someone who refuses to grow.
