• neronero 30w

    no longer

    i despise
    the prize inside
    the lies
    it ties
    with all the flies
    in your eyes
    ill close
    the road
    and though
    you thought we'd grow
    the flow
    of the flower
    has faded by the hour
    the rose petals have been devoured
    to be reborn
    and never again adorned
    as a form
    known now only as a thorn