She was a beautiful, sweet smelling rose.
Every day she got watered, made sure no insects ate at her leaves.
She was the perfect rose, growing strong and pure.
But when her flowers wilted, they left her.
Worms and lice began to eat at her core, slowly destroying her from the inside.
When she needed them most, they were gone,
when she needed them least,
Everyone stood with cans of water in their arms.
~A.E
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetry"What will you say when I show you my locked up secrets, burried in the center of my heart? Will you still love me then, or will you just run like them?" ▪ ▪ ▪ A series of poems.
