像"我曾經愛過你"這樣的空話仍然困擾著我。
這些詞切得比這些刀片要深得多
我永遠也不會忘記
你是一切
Roses transition
Into wilted ones
And then they decay
To nothing but dust
The blackened crimson
Decorates my house
Throughout to remind
That I've lost myself
No matter how much
I have tried to try
Seems I'm not enough
So I'll just watch them
Slowly approach death
And die. But if it's
Still not enough I'll
Gather their petals
All too close to let
Them go into those
Hungry aching flames
They'll just burn away
But it would never
Be enough to forget
Those ashes still haunt
Anywhere I step
YOU ARE READING
Melancoly
Poetrysimply sad poetry. ______ set your background black and read if you hurt too but smile now this one's for you -2:05 am
