I see the rose
rose of many petals
rose that glistens
glistens like glass
glistens like a gem
a fine piece of living life
life outside my window
[a] window that tells a tale
[a] window that shows true beauty
beauty in nature
beauty that we never appreciate.
she's sitting by the window thinking
thinking why isn't her life as beautiful
thinking why she's locked away
away she is in a different world
away in a book
sitting by the window
the window that holds a tale every day
never to be envied,
but to be loved and appreciated.
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So... tried a new style. I think it turned out alright, not my best though. all I can do is get better (:
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Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
