the scent of withered rose
made it's way to my nose
i inhaled the incense wondering
if like me, the rose was suffering
i held onto it tenderly, filled with devotion
going on about my bittersweet past crying an ocean
did the rose have ears? did it really listen to me?
or was i too daunty and downhearted to even see
that i was ranting to an appealing creature
which didn't have any human feature.
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rhymes of mixed hearts.
Poetryand the peace that i discovered in myself were far better than those i had in my entire life. instagram- loev.ly
