Grave Love
Roses are red, violets are blue -
My old wounds have bled from the thorns you spew.
Yet your scent I crave,
From beyond the grave,
Stirred, stiff and still - waiting for you!
February 7, 2022
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2022
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