Love, to me, is like blue roses.
Beautiful, yet impossible.
A dream, that those who aimed to join-
Did so artificially.
An endless struggle, in isolation.
Love to me, is like blue roses.
An unattainable rose.
An unattainable dream.
My unattainable love.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
Blue Roses
Love, to me, is like blue roses.
Beautiful, yet impossible.
A dream, that those who aimed to join-
Did so artificially.
An endless struggle, in isolation.
Love to me, is like blue roses.
An unattainable rose.
An unattainable dream.
My unattainable love.