Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I truly do love you.
But do you love me too?
I'm scared to express all my feelings.
And I don't know when my fear will end.
But do I actually mean something?
Or am I just an acquaintance to you?
Roses aren't always red.
Violets aren't even blue.
I'm sorry for being clingy,
And over-needing too.
I know you have your own life.
And I have mine too.
But sometimes I ponder,
What do I mean to you?
I'm having mixed feelings.
And mixed emotions too.
And it might be.
These feelings are just sin and lust.
But when I think about us,
My heart combusts.
Whenever you are with someone,
A blade runs through my heart.
I try to ignore my thoughts and neglect them too.
It's hard to not overthink.
But after all,
I am just a human too.
As people say,
Love is in the air.
But the more I think about us,
Love feels like greed and despair.
As the days go by,
All love is dissolving.
And it just shows clear proof.
Of the cruel world that we live
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"Dried roses"
PoetryHello! Author here, I was feeling mixed emotions due to my lover not having enough time for me. Maybe you can relate 🤷♀️I'm new to writing.
