a bueaiful pink rose,
Blooming in the bueaiful,
Moring sky's, everything,
Forming and fitting,
To show you the true,
Love you wanted.
Soft tender loveing,
Care, touches you,
Crave, soft yet sweet
Nothings in you're,
Ear as the plans,
Tender out, and stack,
Flared out, in pretty coated,
Letters, pretty hearts dotted,
Hidden around.
Biskening in all you ever wanted,
Knees and a ring shines in the light,
A dream, showing you what you want,
One day shall be gave.
One day you'll find them,
The person made for you,
The one crafted, and made,
That's always one yaller away.
That person is out there,
No matter how many mistakes,
You make they'll always come,
Back to you're tender embrace,
Again.
YOU ARE READING
Sea of death - Poetry
Thơ caA book of poetry I wrote, was published on other things. Or it's stright up a call out / vent about someone. And typically those ones are obviously about someone.
