You were a rose,
I was the gardener
your sweet scent
tinged the air
and awakened the still,
your soft blood petals
whispered sweet promises
in my ear and made me blind
from the disease in your veins
And I was late,
When I got back
The fingers of the wind
took you away and wilted
you into nothing, and left me
in darkness, because
whenever you blossomed
you lit my world
💖💖💖💖
~In memory of my late brother🖤
YOU ARE READING
The Deep End
PoetrySometimes the best results come when you are thrown in the deep end ~Natalie Cook ~~~~~~~~~ In this book there are thoughts and feelings which some of you have gone through, I remind you, you are not alone in this and maybe after a while the pain wi...
