Her life was like,
A dozen roses
Slowly dying one by one
Too much water
And not enough sun
She killed her roses,
Let them drown
She was tired of red,
She preferred brown
The leaves started to fall
And she did too
She pushed away all of her friends
Then late at night cut at her stems
She never got tired,
Of holding the pain in
When she was weak,
She just planted roses in her growing garden
She wanted to stop
But at the same time didn’t
She was so lost
A bit afflicted
This girl needed the pain
It helped get through the day
The only way,
She could ever walk through the rain
I killed my daisies,
My lilies too
My garden was full
And my grave was too
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Different Faces, Different Phases
PoetryThese are all of the poems I've written so far. I'll try to update but I usually forget about things like this. But don't try to take my poems please. They've taken up time and came from my heart. Soo if you want to share them or something inbox me...
