"Heart Breaker to None"
When I was a little girl,
I always dreamed of roses,
With no thorns and no gashes;
Just plain...roses.
It always started on an evergreen,
In the middle of a valley,
With me standing in the middle...
Of a vast scenery.
The sun would hide behind the clouds,
And the clouds would simmer its heat;
I look up to feel the warmth...
Of a gentle beat.
My hands would reach from both sides,
The freedom that engulfed me;
My heart filled with nothing but solace,
As my mind fades carelessly.
But the blur wouldn't end there,
From behind, I'd feel a warm embrace;
A sweet hug and a sweet kiss--
A smile lights on my face.
I'd turn back to break free,
Only to be surprised by a bouquet...
Of fifteen white roses,
That left me with nothing to say.
It would always end there...
With crazy butterflies inside,
And I'd always wake up,
Wanting to hide.
This was the dream I always had,
Before I see the rising sun...
Back then I was a little girl,
A heart breaker to none.
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2015.
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PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
