i spied yellow roses from the car and suddenly i was reminded of you
and i should be mad, and i was
hell, i told you myself that i was
but as that friday sun beat down
i didn't want to let the anger win
so i'll forgive you but maybe it's only because i didn't want to be mad at those yellow roses anymore
YOU ARE READING
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Poesiaa kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
