Poetry For Everyday People
Leaning Towards Purple Roses
Don't worry,
'bout the ones
that hate you,
snow
will never dig
the sun,
I wish I still
knew the names
of all the human angels
that saved me
in this world,
I mostly
remember their faces,
their winks, the smell
of life softly blooming,
Gothic souls,
painting
love
in black.
'bout the ones
that hate you,
snow
will never dig
the sun,
I wish I still
knew the names
of all the human angels
that saved me
in this world,
I mostly
remember their faces,
their winks, the smell
of life softly blooming,
Gothic souls,
painting
love
in black.
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Leaning Towards Purple Roses
Leaning Towards Purple Roses