Wilted roses,
Bound to fall apart sooner or later,
The cuts went in too deep,
Blood matching the color of my feelings,
Another blanket thrown my way,
Curled up in a ball to reset for the night,
Little did I know; this was barely just the start,
Wilted roses that tried their best to stand up,
But heads were too heavy;
they couldn't keep up
Flower fields as beautiful as you,
The colors rearrange from purple, pink, yellow and blue,
All to confuse your heart,
To make you feel some sort of spark,
Colors of every aspect; just to help you feel,
And I remember the old me once said:
I'll grow stronger and better,
Yet,
I'm here wishing I was six feet under
It'll be okay, it's always okay,
Let these wilted roses leave their heads hung low,
My demons surrounding their fragile souls,
Eating up the remains of what once was,
A field of wilted roses in a flowerpot
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryThis is where I'll be posting my poetry! (Cover photograph is taken by me) Most of my poems will have some triggering topics, so please read with caution. I hope you find comfort in my words, and maybe it'll help you feel a little less alone if you'...
