Fading Away
Rose.
That was a part of my name.
A part of me.
A part of who I used to be.
Rose.
It's a flower.
With such a great honor.
Used in many occasions.
Such a high reputation.
Got tored over and over again.
So I put thorns all over me so no one,
no one will dare to hurt me.
Sadly, you cutted my barrier.
My only shield in this field of being alone.
Another character is shown.
The old one is blown.
A part of me is gone.
A part of is longing to rise.
Now, I'll let it give it some time.
New me is here.
Forget the one I told you,
and wrote this long, long poems.
I'm ready to stand out to the crowd.
Getting my bags of shout.
Stepping out of my comfort zone.
But I can't promise to be on my own, alone.
Moving out is hard.
Forgetting it all is easier.
Let me take a step of new colors,
and enjoy the beautiful hours.
As time passes by,
I can feel the old rose is fading away.
She is being forgotten.
But that's alright.
Out of all these hardships,
something will turn so bright.
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SHITTY SHITS
No FicciónA collection of my poems and unfinished songs about depression, my fears, betrayal. Or more likely, my Journal :) "The other side of the innocent girl you looked up to." *** Highest Rank: #2 in Non-Fiction *** P.S. Contains sensitive topics. If yo...
