How wonderful it is receiving these flowers,
Or so it was.
So much meaning behind a rose,
so much story,
love,
history,
grief,
depression.
A rose is one,
and many yet many,
just like a person.
But you...
Your rose was red at first,
then white.
I'll forever curse red roses on valentine,
for you had made me bleed trying to hold it.
I'll seethe any white rose,
for my heart should've stayed white,
untainted by your empty promises,
have kept it's indomitable will.
Exactly a year ago,
today on December 13th,
you had me begging to a god that threw me away,
just as you had done.
And whenever I hear of your name here,
I no longer defend you.
For your thorns had cut my heart strings,
and made me strum a different tune,
one of how I'll forever forsake your name,
just how your flower had forsaken our dream.
YOU ARE READING
The things I'd like to say
General Fictionthis is my collection of things I would like to say but don't want to make it come out wrong the words I can think about sound beautiful on paper but once I try to say them it sounds like so different so I just put them on paper and don't say them s...
