the rose petals have fallen, sunken, dropped italian frescoes crumble into piles of expensive dust where cars whizz by without a care onto ancient roads of traveled souls, where gold seeps into the aqueducts where the decadence of Rome poisons the people into believing that gratitude is not a blessing to be revered when discoveries…
Month: June 2016
unpublished love 2
that first night I slept and you couldn’t that is where the separation started the faint blue ember of the curtains showing the street lights below comforted me in a sad sort of way Rome again and I could not protect her from the grips even though she lay beside me the one I loved…
arlisann 