and down the hole the flower fell
on her own to the pits of hell
and then her world came crashing down
but no one even heard the sound
and though she yelled and tried to scream
her smile was far from what it seemed
and when she fell tired and worne
a lovely rose ripped with her thorne
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the heartbroken
Puisimy poetry is for thoes who are suicidal amd anorexic or are going through anything troubling. (note: i am suicidal so i know this may be triggering.) if you are easily triggered i suggest you do not read. read at your own risk.
