I stared into your beautiful eyes and laughed
You picked at my heart, reaching through the twisted thorns
And tight ribcage and brought me forward
Watering every rose with love and making sure they bloomed to their full potential
I would bare my heart to you, you cherished me
The loneliest flower, the dirtiest flower
Your mouth would speak volumes of the truth that I could only admire
And the sweet scent of you that I miss, even I
A poor rose couldn't compare
Do you feel the same way?
Even if you didn't I would cherish who you are
For I would never intentionally hurt you in anyway
You who allows me to grow, you who takes care of me
When we said our goodbye, I let my heart take you in
One last time
I'll never forget what you've done for me
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
