Oh, white rose
How I wish I was you
So pure and innocent
So bright and beautiful
I lost my spark.
Everything feels so heavy, but
I wish I could steal yours for a while.
And pretend like I am not dying inside.
Oh, White rose,
I am jealous.
Why do you have to be so perfect.
When I am far from flawless.
But maybe everything doesn't need to be perfect.
Just like you have thorns, I have imperfections.
All I need to do is learn how to embrace it.
So, please teach me your way,
And show me and how to keep my insecurities at bay.
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Poems
PoesíaIn this book you will find several small poems here and there, there is no specific theme. Everything comes from me and my personal experiences and some just comes form my imagination, plagiarism will not be tolerated
