I've never liked roses.
I've always said they're cliché,
from their silky, red petals
that scream "perfection,"
to their thorny stems that are never noticed.
They're meant for memorable occasions,
like funerals and dances and dates
because no one could ever receive a daffodil
after a group date on The Bachelor.
They're the definition of love,
the thing that every girl
wants to feel.
They're so flawless–
I've always hated how I wish I was like them.
5.4.2023
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...
