I walked through
An endless garden of roses
I wanted to choose the best
The most unique one
I walked, and walked
And saw various roses
With different tones
Individually beautiful
On their own
As I walk past,
I saw roses
I've already seen–
Pretty, yet ordinary
Until I saw,
A most special one
It caught my eye
Like nothing ever did
The purest of them all
Its charm captured me
Its color represented its soul
Pure and innocent,
Nothing else to look for
But then I thought,
There's thousands more
I not saw
So I continued,
And seek
Hopelessly walking,
I couldn't find
Anything more than it
Nor anything like it
And so, I stopped and realized
Indeed, 'twas the best one
That rose left me in awe
Its beauty remained in mind
And so I went back, to where it was—
But she was gone.
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Sweet & Saline (Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of random, sweet & saline poems I wrote since day one of becoming obsessed into poetry. This is mostly about struggles, life, heartbreak, and, of course, love. _______ Her childhood years She never tasted sweet Never been given...
