I was a storm in our garden, turning love's soft soil to dust.
In my mirror I saw shadows, but not the grace in your eyes
My words were a hammer, shattering the tender blooms
Of your trust, while my own heart lay in wreckage
I mistook destruction for passion, and the heat of my anger
For a blaze of intimacy. Now in solitude, I sift through the ruins.
Learning to love what's left.
Seeking paradise within
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Wilted roses from me
PoetryDelves into the beauty and fragility of human emotion through evocative and poignant poetry. This collection captures the essence of sorrow, love and introspection with a unique blend of lyrical elegance and raw honesty. Each verse/stanza explores...
