• johann 22w

    Lover.

    The smell of roses reminded him of what he had, toast, eggs and coffee, recollected memory of something bad. He boasts about her, soft legs, and love that sets his soul free. As she cut his throat, he begged and pleaded as she whispered you're free. As he reminisced the smell of roses, he was reminded of what he could have had, that was her beauty that simply turned bad.
    ©johann