i let you go
even though the blood
is running down my hands -
flowers wither,
put them to the other ones.
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
dying love
i let you go
even though the blood
is running down my hands -
flowers wither,
put them to the other ones.