Like a wilted flower,
Your hair it follows,
You waver in the sun,
Your eyes as deep as hollows,
A teary night,
Or a glowie sea,
Your the one,
Your all I can see,
But if your a flower,
Than I'm a weed,
For you are too perfect,
Too perfect for me,
The sun it glistens,
And the waves they crash,
The air is salty,
With a lovely gash,
It goes on by,
And by it goes,
Do not worry,
My beautiful rose
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A Beginners Journey In Poetry.
RandomI had wanted to start working on poetry and I've learned a lot about it. I wanted to learn a way to express myself and use my passion which is writing. I enjoy poetry and creative writing because it feels like the part of me that I had been missing...
