October 18,2018
In my dreams I visit a place filled with roses, but when a single hand touches the petals they wilt.
Roses
Does the soul value the body?
Or does the body value the soul?
Where the body are wilted petals
Shriveled from carelessness.
And the soul is the roots where
It flourished under ground.
Thorns pointed as a dying heart.
Once was lively but now falling apart.
These thorns are now a hazard to all
Who touch them.
Maybe why loniness is most familiar to me.
When the body were to die
Does the soul leave too?
Or is it neither?
-<3 love <3
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PoetryA book of poems, for any emotion. Trigger warning!! Some adult content? I mean if your triggered by depression and stuff like that don't read some of the poems! Thank you
