I watch my rose grow old
Pink petals cascading to the floor
One by one
Something in me dies
With every one that withers
A petal for a thought
A thorn in my mind
And all of my despair
Help gently guide the petals
Down to the ground
They fall
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inked emotions ➸ poetry
Poesíawhen you asked if I'm okay and I said I was fine, this is what I meant to say //poems I write when I don't know how to deal with my life and myself//
