I once grew a flower that lost its stem.
I once knew a girl who lost her balance.
I once broke her heart to break mine.
I once spoke my art for the first time.I let the petals fall into my poetry.
I let the girl stand tall with my thorns.I let go of the girl and she became a rose.
I let go of the poems because of the blood.I once let broken people feel whole.
I once let whole people feel brokenI once let go of the broken.
I once let go of the whole.Once upon a time I fell in love with poetry.
Once upon a time I fell in love with a rose.
Once upon a time I fell in love with a girl.
Once upon a time I fell out of love with time.And I'm still thinking out her thorns to figure out why she had to make us bleed to breathe.
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Writing journal
PoetryA compilation of various little entries that I've written or that my friends have submitted. I'll give credit to those who want it. Be prepared for feels, hopeless romance, and not a lot of rhymes.