The roses you once gave me
began to wither
with every painful memory of you
that would hit as sharp as a cold breeze
The petals fell
and i continued to pick them up
one petal on a stem of thorns still held
and i continued to water the lonely petal
I knew it would fall soon
I knew it should fall soon
so i taped it in place
and continued to water it
everyday
even when i knew
you were gone.
- I kept the petals in a box in hopes one day your love may replenish them
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You Are Everything
PoetryA collection of poems for the over thinkers, hopeless romantics, and beautiful souls. May these reach you and help you in any way possible.
