My heart bloomed into
The burning red of a vibrant rose.
The natural beauty it held,
Was something to admire while it lasted.
But the petals have wilted and fell from it's stem foundation.
The passion between us,
And the purity it contained,
Was truly rare while it was here.
But our hearts have withered and I fell from you,
I can't stand on my own.
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Poems of the Dead-Minded
PoetryPoems of the past, present, possible future. Who knows when your only life is hell? This is just a collection of stuff that pops into my head throughout the day so.. I hope you like it.....
