I wear these flowers With the fragrance of you.. Longing for your sight, I dress up the way you would want me to.. I replay all these memories.. Of us playing around with every taboo.. Of all my cards, You were the Knave.. And of those hearts, Mine was the one you enslave.. I still wear those flowers.. Stolen from your grave.... Stolen from your grave.. #life #yqbaba #yqquotes #yqpoetry #poetry #lifelessons #grave #us
