i was your january
and you were my maya cold winter snowstorm,
a bright sunny day.two polar opposites
who weren't meant to be.i loved you.
you didn't love me.
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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.c
i was your january
and you were my maya cold winter snowstorm,
a bright sunny day.two polar opposites
who weren't meant to be.i loved you.
you didn't love me.