i see her from my bedroom window :
small, frail, and utterly out of place
among the decaying beds of roses.
i sling my backpack over my shoulder and
slide the glass up,
inching one sneaker out onto
the crumbling roof.
she watches me, curious and
worried.
the rusty gutter pipe groans beneath my weight
as i drop to the ground below with a thud.
"ready?" i ask.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
supermarket flowers. ☼
Şiir{ 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
