When The Last Petal Falls
The silver tongued roses in that crystal vase you bought me Are too flawless for me and my tainted fingertips didn’t you […]
The silver tongued roses in that crystal vase you bought me Are too flawless for me and my tainted fingertips didn’t you […]
It left like a cloud, perspired from my being Drifted in the December air, evaporating with hot tears Swirled white in the […]
Each dawn she was, a shadow of him, hunched, faltering, pale The sympathetic eyes watched, hands twitching all thinking “Is it but […]