Maybe I have to go through the thorns first before touching or reaching the tender petals of you that even you can't see... but I know it's there and I can feel it.
You keep on adding them as you pass by people who are gone...old stories meant to be a moral lesson or other times, as fond old pages of a book, that fills you with nostalgia adding to the beauty of your petals but also adding thorns
If only you could see what I see, then maybe you would too, fall in love with yourself helplessly
Okay i tried to come up with smth for rose day but yeah not so good
YOU ARE READING
Through the Glimpses of Him
PoetryHey to all that already know me! It's not exactly a poetry book but scribbling in my mind, I have never really wrote stuff like this so it's my first time. That's all.. I don't write it for him I write it for me The thoughts swirling inside my head...
