I am a delicate rose
You tore me from the ground willingly
You made me yours
I was yours
You pull my petals apart one by one
He loves me, he loves me not
A constant battle in my head
You starve me from water
You don't give me what I need
A constant battle in my heart
I am no longer yours
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Drops of Pain
PoetryYou never know what you have until it's gone. This is poetry about love, pain, and everything in between.
