I pick up my brush
Paint my wallWith the words
I am not allowed to sayDear princess what's popping
I hope pain ceased for meYou were a pretty princess
Whom I watched from shadowsI always wondered
How can someoneBe so pretty
Be so livelyI still remember everything
Chocolates, gifts, night talksI miss embracing you
I miss your scent your touchMy only wish is
To visit your graveTo give you flowers and kisses
That I yearned to give so muchTo hug your pillow
To comfort uncle and unniesWith this bush dropped
From my weary handsThe incompletely complete
Scribbled picture of our unionI am turning pages of my life
It's so unfair where are you?Why did I ever grow up
To lose you like this
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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)