Roses are red violets are blue Where would I be without your love? It's like a rush of hot air. That makes me blush. Like a middle school crush. Your eyes are magical. Like blue Ashes from a blue rose. Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Puisiheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
