Like honey, so sweet.
Heart like gold beneath my feet.
Hands filled with diamonds and gems,
Holding the bouquet of roses by the stem.
I wish you can see the tulips in my head.
But instead, here comes the tears I shed.
Growing like a forest on the first day of spring.
Like a butterfly with her broken wing.
Rain pouring on those daffodils I used to pick.
Oh, baby, you leave me sick.
Do you love me or do you not?
I ask myself as I stare at the reflection I forgot.
A ghost stands before me, lifeless and full of despair
And suddenly, I could not bear to stare,
But I had to.
Because I had lost myself years ago,
Drowning myself in the ocean of life.
Like honey, so sweet.
Heart shattered in pieces, so incomplete.
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older poems
Poetrythis is older poems. definitely at the beginning of my discovery of poetry. i am keeping these up to remember my progress. this is definitely not my newest, improved work.
