I'm a rose
A perfect little flower
Without blemish
Lacking flaws
I am the standard
By which beauty is measured
But my insides are frozen
Momma can't you see my tears drop
My thorns are hidden
Can anyone even see me
I'm fading into the background
Soon I'll be part of the scenery
And all that'll be left
Will be this mirage
A perfect rose
In a perfect world
And I'll be gone
YOU ARE READING
Inkdrops
Költészettiny drops from an ocean of feelings, dripping from my pen in colours of ink so diverse. Blue red yellow green All the colours of a spectrum All the emotions of a lost girl in an oversized world.
