SIXTEEN
rose petals tumble from these lips
My cheeks are printed
with rose petals.
They are all I have left, crushed
against my flesh.
It's cracking beneath the crimson petals,
the porcelain of you and I.
Please hold on a little longer.
Please glue what these bones of ours
could not keep together.
Are you a cat person or a dog person?
𐎀 I personally have both, but I definitely lean more on the dog side!
May
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
