A Withered Dandelion
As I stare at those
blank pages of my diary
that I left for you,
I can’t help but see those lines
and flinch at those memories
where you belted
the bare back of my heart
with your knife sharp words.
And when it leaked red
through the cracks
you fashioned lovingly,
I...
blank pages of my diary
that I left for you,
I can’t help but see those lines
and flinch at those memories
where you belted
the bare back of my heart
with your knife sharp words.
And when it leaked red
through the cracks
you fashioned lovingly,
I...