When she was mine...in my life....just like her favorite flower
Soft and gentle, tender and tranquil....
Pink and sweet...soothing...
Spring eternal..her voice, her smile...
the way she said my name...
the way she said my name.....
spring eternal.
and that last look that she gave me...
filled with disdain...
but not a broken heart....more like...
getting fucking impaled...
broken ribs and a cracked spine...
I drove home crying, listening to the sound of...
Blossoms Dying