His torn heart was once a secret garden where all kinds of flowers breathed the same air and to these flowers- thirst was a stranger.
But no more, his heart is now a lifeless wasteland and the only time you kissed his lips was the only time the dying flowers that grew there were promised a day of rain.
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Of Rubies and Roses
PoetryOf Rubies and Roses: A Poetry Collection Self-written poems, shorts, paragraphs and random jibberish good for your soul. -Of Rubies and Roses- "Accross blankets of stars, In adventures through the sea, In tales of rubies and roses I remember you."
