I water my rose so that it may grow, a little work maybe, but worth it in the end for without my help she would wither and leave with the wind. When I should ask for a petal she would have none to lend. My Rose, my prosperity, my friend. Taste a sip of water and you shall grow, This much I do promise so.
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Angel's Poems
PoesieA collection of poems I have written some of which are in books of mine or posted individually for votes. Some of them are kinda cheesy or typical. I hope you like them. Also some of the poems were written specifically for the books that they are fr...
