a single rose grew from that bush.
bright and beautiful.
like our love.
how it grew, day by day.
attractive and breathtaking.
it blossomed in a garden filled with hundreds of other roses.
but just like that rose,
our love was also dying, day by day.
and the thorns sharpened.
it's true what they say;
good things never last.
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q: would you rather have a home on the beach or in the mountains?
(mountains, I don't know why but I feel like it'd be way better)
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broken angel
Poetryi loved you then, i love you now and i think i always will. an anthology dedicated to him ✨
