i looked at you
and i couldn't grasp you.
i thought you were
like the stars,
gentle and beautiful
at first sight.
but when i looked closer;
when i got to know you,
i learned that you were
exactly like them,
because i couldn't reach you.
i couldn't feel you,
but only admire you.
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
