a dozen white roses fell through the trees
a dozen white roses fell on bloody, scraped knees
the white represents light
the light represents purity
pure is the child she was
before the insecurity
the thought made her pause
thinking of the potential
potential is what jupiter had
to become a star
a star is what the child would've been
if she tried to make it far
far she has gone
but in an unforeseen direction
the direction, she didn't choose
but now it seems, she had nothing left to lose
as lose she did, some parts here and there
but gain, she also did, to make it all fair
fair was what she was
with everyone, regardless of their flaws
flaws were what she had
but fair to herself, she was not
which prompted her to always say,
"not to be rude,
but the universe surely is crude
in every way"
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Endless Whispers
Poetryoriginal poems, made by meeeee this book will very randomly be updated, just whenever i feel like it, i don't wanna go on a publishing rampage and just blurt out a dozen poems at once (¯▿¯) hell, it could even be updated once a year or something, ho...
