Under the blue roses 💙🥀🤫

Dont say those words
That pierce my heart,
That sting my eyes
With forced cowards lies.
I hear punches in the silent sounds
Of the haunted conversations,
In lost ghost towns.
And while flowers bloom,
Their roots may rot,
Way deep in the soil,
Where our hearts are caught.


a.l.c

**Where do thoughts/things go when we don’t talk about them?💭😶 Perhaps underground, with seeds we once planted?… 🌱🌹🌻🌷

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