At the bottomof the button of a rose,

there stemmed a needle-like

with thorns,

.

.

And when I got sadder,
I just gripped it tighter

and I pulled the flower…

.

.

and with it,

I sewed my dripping heart
….
apart.

Written by: L.L.
Oct 20,2016

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