Just a bouquet
of cheap roses
thrown in my way
and couple
of sorries
whispered
into my ear
for the hundredth time,
but little
did he know
that that wasn't enough
to mend
my broken heart
anymore, I've bloomed,
unlike before.
-i won't give you another chance.
-r.f.
YOU ARE READING
Epiphany.
Poetry"Why turn depression into suicide when you can turn it into something beautiful like poetry?" . -r.f.
