The rose bleeds but it never grows.
I always learn but I never know.
I forget and I always miss the right door,
but what if the only door, was the door that leads to you.
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Forever & Over
PoetryI wrote most of these when I was in a really dark time in my life it felt like I was drowning and sinking but now I finally learned how to float and breathe again. When I look back at these mistakes and this undescribable pain, I like to still wri...
The Right Door.
The rose bleeds but it never grows.
I always learn but I never know.
I forget and I always miss the right door,
but what if the only door, was the door that leads to you.
