A bud grows then blooms, blessing of beauty from it's birth.
You are my rose that blossomed, the beauty making my world brighter and filling it with color.
Passion, it burns and consumes a being
My passion that burns with the intensity of a sun. lighting up the darkness surrounding us
Even if the passion were to consume your rose, I hope I still would see your rose blossom
If My passion were to touch your petals, And you're beauty becomes singed
My passion burns hotly even as your petals catch fire, I admire you're beauty
Even in the aftermath you still have beauty, I still wish to go back to your untouched petals
Your rose if burnt by my passion I could not forgive. I will keep my distance watching from afar
I rather watch your rose bloom than hold onto your burnt rose in my arms.
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Symphony of Thoughts
PoetrySometimes feelings are not something we can deal with but maybe our words can give life. May these poems offer solace and company in time where rain pours and the night seems never ending. All poems are written by me and feelings that I have pent up...
