You were asked once what my favourite flowers were,
And with a knowing smile, you said, 'Roses, for sure.
Now roses speak of you, in every hue and thorn,
A bloom that whispers of love, forever reborn.
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When Heartbroken Poets Get High
PoetryEver felt like love is a rollercoaster you never signed up for? Welcome to my world! This little book, "When Heartbroken Poets Get High", is a collection of my musings on love, heartbreak, and all the messy stuff in between. Inside, you'll find a mi...
