It's been so long since I received roses.
How can something so minimal mean so much?
Roses welcome bright days and warm feelings.
But what happens when those roses wither and die.
Those beautiful colors no longer bright.
The represent what once was, but no longer is.
So why is it that its been so long since I've received them.
Something so minimal...
Can always mean so much.
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Unconscious Soul
PoetryDiary of an insomniac... And falling In love for the first time... This secret place I built is poetry from deep inside my soul. I love bearing my raw self here, without the fear of being judged; only understood. It's not live, laugh, love. It's fa...
