Standing against the water
I shred each petal of yellow mustard
Divinity and discernment still lingers
Why you whisper in her voice dear wind?
Chorus by chorus I hand into water
My respect, my love and my emotions
Sealing the bid lastly with a tear drop
I mutter a silent apology
Several pages turned
Several seasons changed
If nothing has changed
That's my heart for you
It still aches in your memories
I hope you are doing okay
I am sorry my pretty devil
I wasnt able to protect you
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Tears of Rose: A Poetry Collection
PoetryWelcome to my musical diary A collection of some of emotions and insights from daily life Extremely clinche and dark. Be careful. Read at your own risk. (Humans only)
