dreadful is to see
all the bridges we have built–
slowly disintegrating,
slowly disappearing.
but i've got no one to blame,
no guns to shoot my old comrades,
cause it believe its time and time–
its all the reason why,
where all the flowers that we grow–
slowly dying,
turning ghosts.
YOU ARE READING
blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
