you were my flowers
my dripping bouquet of roses.
with the thorns
you granted me blood.
with the petals
you granted me weakness.
i gave you all my sunshine
all my raindrops
all my shade.
but your beauty withered dry.
dry, no longer red and soft.
you left me watering the beauty of the roses
then left me to realize
that they were dead.
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Broken Heart
RomancePoems and writings that are deep but relatable. #1 of #youneverknow on 4.29.21
