His hand traced my shoulder and down my arm.
Like a rose, he touch me as if fragile.
This boy was killing me, but with a wrong move will leave cuts.
He had a rose, but had no intention on admiring it.
She died down. Her petals fell.
The boy then fell in love with dandelions.
~Hannah
YOU ARE READING
Better Off Said.
شِعرA book of quotes and poems I've made. The smiles and tears. Throughout the years. I pore my mind into this book. For your eyes to take a look. Stories of just a teenager. Hurt. Pain. Trauma. Love. What life has for all of us.
