deadroses || poetry

"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.

Midnight thoughts

Just some things flying around in my mind. Some are mine, some aren't highest ranking: #51 in Thought

sober thoughts

volume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial." - r.h.Sin