🎈|Dry roses|
Dry roses, blurred words from love letters, Bills, movie tickets and chocolate wrappers, Still reside in that diary that you gifted me last. Today I held it and almost convinced myself, to burn it, And then a dry leaf's ashes flew from the pages, drenched my toes. It's how you fool yourself when you're still in love, And I kept the diary back, behind my clothes again. Smiling and then laughing at myself, for being so stupid, For being so much in love, For even preserving the ashes of the things you once touched, And not opening the doors of my heart for even a ray of love.