I wish you could see
The rose you gave me
All those moons ago.
Because in case you couldn't tell,
The gift, I dwell
All those moons ago.
Was it from mercy?
Was it from grace?
Was it from charity or heart?
That doesn't matter now,
Because I still enjoy the simple gift you endowed
All those moons ago.
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Post Teen Poetica
PoetryA collection of poems written by yours truly, a collection of how my brain rings. For a different reading experience, check out post.teen.poetica on TikTok. Watch out: some poems are only on wattpad and some are only on TikTok
