Walking around this place so sacred is something that is punishable by something far worse than death- yet I walk around it joyfully. I hope someone catches me running, tethering, laughing, I hope someone catches me.
The things that stand out the most is the roses, they're fantastic, truly a unforgettable sight; truly... Picking them is my favorite pass time. I hope someone catches me.
I chop off their tops, leaving the steams, taking what is pretty leaving the sharp edge. Put the flowers among my collection.
The rest are withered, the others stare at the roses idly, admiring their beauty. Once they looked like those roses. Now they're no longer worth anything- doomed to slowly rot, a decrepitude thought.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
