i can't remember this faded city,
the one with air that tastes like stale dreams
and rusted buildings that collapse in on themselves
against the chilly wind,
ever seeming beautiful.
but today
it does.
YOU ARE READING
supermarket flowers. ☼
Poetry{ in which a boy works in the floral department of a supermarket and falls for a girl who loves flowers } 3/31/17 - #66 in poetry co-author : @little_broken_bird
