There's a sudden want and need for love in my heart,
But it only brings pain.
Every time it comes into reach I grab it.
Almost instantly after I have a hold,
The thread slips through my pale soft finger tips. Being replaced by that of a rose.
So pretty in my grasp yet,
So painful.
The thorns Pearce my soft thin layers of skin.
Drawing blood from the surface.
The tighter I hold on making me bleed little by little,
Yet I still hold on.
I hold on until I'm drained of every last drop of Joy,
Or hope I had.
Leaving me empty,
And hopeless.
Till that love comes again,
Only to be replaced,
By another rose.
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Poetry Collection
Poetrythis is where I'm gonna keep a copy of my poetry while I collect poems for a bigger project in the future. I hope while I do so some people can enjoy these and possibly relate to them. I'd love if you left comments on them, i'll take and suggestions...
