Darling,
Don't Hold Your Breath.
Feel free to waste your time
wondering when karma will let me taste
what I've been throwing at the world
with the ease of single red roses.
I am a garden rose.
I am beautiful and delicate
and I have thorns that are not afraid
to prick the fingers of your tiny little mind if you think about picking me.
I am the wind that you keep
beating out of your lungs
because you can't breath when things come easy.
not everything
has to be an uphill battle.
you don't have to be worn down to dust
and you don't have to cry at night from being so tired
if you just chose to smell the roses
instead of pick them.
Don't Hold Your Breath.
YOU ARE READING
UPSWING
Poetryupswing: an increase in strength or quantity; an upward trend. a collection of poetry from a girl who falls in love with everything. //// welcome to my new poetry novel !! I'm so excited im back writing again !! this story is about my new journey...
