you're broken.
and i am lost.
what am i gonna do with all the photos
all the kisses
all the love
all the hate
and all the memories?
but, really, what am i going to do with me?
YOU ARE READING
Petallis
Poetry"she was a flower, but she wasn't soft; when her petals fell, they hit like bullets."
all those things
you're broken.
and i am lost.
what am i gonna do with all the photos
all the kisses
all the love
all the hate
and all the memories?
but, really, what am i going to do with me?
