Rats and Roses by Kayla Barker I don't like rag doll dreams. The kind where I literally start falling apart at the seams. Euthanize me, won't you please? I'm comparing rats to roses. Because, and this hurts me to admit- years and years before my bones are washed clean of your fingerprints- Sooner or later, you're going to forget my name. It will no longer slip through your teeth to rest at the tip on my tongue. But, in the eyes you found your 'other', We will always be the lovers who mixed their ashes with gun powder. |
She would die for love by ultradialectics
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