I think,
And very surely,
That my rose cheeks-
So soft and round,
Shall hold the most delicate lines,
Of where my smiles lay,
And the ever-looming sadness
Must rest.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
Prayer
I think,
And very surely,
That my rose cheeks-
So soft and round,
Shall hold the most delicate lines,
Of where my smiles lay,
And the ever-looming sadness
Must rest.
