Poems from princedeac
The green paint covers my dry dirty hands.
I distract myself in the liquid accomplishment of painting over another’s dusty white walls....
A purple hydrangea petal lies on the floor
empty, its’ life can’t be seen anymore
The flowers has bloomed, the blossoms have died
Every...
A purple hydrangea petal lies on the floor
empty, its’ life can’t be seen anymore
The flowers has bloomed, the blossoms have died
Every...