the trees did not complain
the day we carved our initials
into their calloused skinand isn't it sad that something
so beautiful would put up with
that pain for a love that
would not last?
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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.
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the trees did not complain
the day we carved our initials
into their calloused skinand isn't it sad that something
so beautiful would put up with
that pain for a love that
would not last?