the roses petal

a hold of the presentthat has her cocoonedIn misery masked as lovePained pleasure disguised as affection the presenttrapping those boxes of the pastthe little tinker boxeshousing sweet faded memoriesjust sweetness and innocence. the boxes needed to be openedYesterday as the perfect humanhurried to kiss the next lipsburying his head in another’s thighsSucking out her cookie […]