wilted roses
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so romantic, i thought; maybe one day doves
might just build a nest and we'll become friends.
oh, how wrong i was to think that love can mend.
i was smoking something, witnessing the moon.
you were driving me insane; i wished that you would crash.
i tried to kiss you, but i burnt my lips with ash.
funny how just one bad fight can wash away the trace.
we don't speak these days at all but still you do appear
in a dream i keep on having every night this year.
nothing that comes out of mouths of teens is true.
horny by fifteen, skipping school to fuck.
dwelling in the abandoned somewhere is your book.