I remember the first flower you ever got me, a single white rose for valentines day.
I remember the worry in your eyes when you saw me with it.
Scared that the fragile flower in my hand wasn't enough.
It became the most important thing to me and when my father tried to take it away, I clutched it in my hand until it bled.
The day the rose wilted I became overwhelmed with sadness but didn't understand why.
It was that moment I realized how much you truly meant to me.
It was the moment I finally felt loved.
-A.U.
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Letters Unwritten
PoetryA collection of poems and words I've left unsaid. from my questioning of higher powers to terrible experiences. I hope in some way, my words and thoughts could be relatable to the world.
