My rose wilthed after one day.
I don't want to talk about love
I've seen your ghost in my dreams with my eyes open
I didn't want you to find me or love me
I wanted to be seen as I am
but you're so fake, I could see your ashes walk.
Am water, I am air
You'll never see me,
I want to be sensed, touched
& may your brain smells me.
My rose arrived half dead between your lips
I will say you goodbye without say it,
I never came and never went. M
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