The silhouette of a dying rose
In the sky, the wind blows.
It tears the petal, beating it down
When the sky cries, the flower does drown.
The wind whispers in my ears
Secrets that no one hears.
The universe has a plan
All layed out on it's hand.
Don't you worry, take it slow
The universe knows where you'll go.
Your future is really bright
To many, you'll be a light.
So darling don't worry, don't you fret,
There's great things you haven't met.
Please promise me you won't give up,
For this life is looking up.
YOU ARE READING
Aesthetic Writings
PoetryJust aesthetic writings of all kinds. Inspired by aesthetics.
