Each pure and innocent petal I get is a pain too achy to tolerate. Each time I play the jester, sweet roses throw me into despair. Call me your princess, call me your darling.
Clingy and you prick, aberrant tastes. These roses pull me into your terrorist pass times, can intermittent pain ever be tolerable rather than insane?
I jolt at your roses in a girl's palms. Red roses, identical to what I got. Its scent as sweet, sure, but is it painful to take in? Is she aching or was it meant to be?
You're so sweet to your sides, and destroy your main. To you, these are petty claims. Was my destiny bedside to you supposed to be a contrast to that girl's sweet little smile? Can't you say?
© Sincerely, ♡ - April 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoesíaThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
