Sincerely BlueJay
Finding our wings together. One word at a time.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Widow in Training
His tongue so full of
roses
remains aloof -
a mystery soved
long ago
but still misunderstood.
His tongue so full of
roses
left thorns upon my
bloodied lips
in that way I once
believed
only Summer could.
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