You were the flower
But I was the thorn
I was drowning when you decided
You wanted to Float
I was the rain, that grew your roots
But now you look to the sun when you were all I knew
I look at the sky at relize nothing is more beautiful than you
Fog covered my eyes when you left
Red is the color of blood, my heart bled when you left
YOU ARE READING
Hour glass
PoetryPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
