She gave me a dead rose
Why was it dead?
Was I not first?
Or did she forget?
I don't care.
I love it
I take it with joy
A dead rose
Can be revived
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no real agenda // poetry
Poésiepoems for all the words i can't say anything and everything goes. i write sporadically and about whatever i want. hence the title i've had the same compilation since the 6th grade, please skip to the better poems... (aka deep breaths and onward, ob...
