She is my white.
White rose of my soul.
My soul of the garden always bloomed with blue and grey flowers amid blood-stained thorns.
One day, you came.
You blossomed as the sky was drizzling rain met the bright sun, like a miracle.
But... My tainted love began to stain you, my white rose.
I had to leave you before you love me.
The wild climbers with poison-caressed leaves are not the world for you.
My garden, a ruin, is nothing but the prison of loneliness and the ruin will someday swallow you, too.
So, I left my doors open and ran.
The years have washed like a hazy visions, and I return to find you still here.
Amidst the darkness, she shines, her white petals fluttering, infusing poetry with eloquence.
My white rose, leave before my demons inevitably arrive.
Halsey
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PoetryFor the souls who are in search of life in writings and drown themselves in darkness. Just some of my random writings, in no particular genre or order... I do not authorise this book to be published anywhere but Wattpad. If this book is published o...
