Laying on the ground,
Unoticed.
She was once admired,
What a supplice.
Her beauty faded away,
And was forgotten
By those who once described her
As a blessing.
But to me, she was still beautiful,
And those who cannot see it
Are fools.
Her scent makes my heart flutter,
I can only hope her beauty could be mine,
Forever.
For others, she was just a dead rose,
Unnoticable.
To me, she was unatainable.
And to my heart and soul
She was all.
All I needed, all I ever wanted.
But, she would never notice me , anyways...
So, unatainable, she will forever remain.
To the dead rose, I was just a bug
Undesirable.
Hidden under the branches of what was once her home,
She painfully looked at the other roses.
Not noticing me, who admired her from afar.
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Things I Can't Say Out Loud
PoesíaHere, I express my feelings in the form of very short poems. These are very heartfelt, as I pour my heart out when writting them.
