Dripping
Rolling
Down her cheek,
You can see a tear
But her eyes show no fear.
Dripping
Rolling
Down her wrist
You can see the blood
Heavier and heavier, like a flood.
Existing
Being
It's all too much
No more, I'm pleading.
I just don't like being.
YOU ARE READING
Rose Petals
PoetryA collection of poems written by none other than me. They may be long and may be short, but they'll always be filled with emotion and feelings so deep and sometimes indescribable. Yet, here they are. Written and described on a piece of paper. Well...
