the roses in my dreams are drowning and fading away from the bathtub like a painting.
it's a masterpiece that represent love that will float or sink to it's deep end. some are disappearing,
some are coming back and appearing again.
to haunt and to remember my memories. I am a rose from the bathtub that I used to sink in with him. but I think he drowned me in his love.
and I can't believe that I tried to haunt him but he is happy with his new someone else.
Where'd he go?
I'm keeping his rose that he gave to me last night we met. letting it's wrinkled petals fall like I used to fall for him.
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𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚 • 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚
Poetryhi, this book is filled with my words and emotions. and i'd like to share it with you 🌙
