And like a rose,
I stand up beautiful and tall.
With the hopes of making you fall.
But my beauty is not enough.
You begin to search for more,
Petal by petal.
Have you found what your looking for?
Parts of me lay on the floor.
I don't know who I am anymore.
The more you explored, the more I realised I was flawed.
And like a rose
You discard of me, for I no longer stand up beautiful and tall. I no longer have the power to make you fall.
YOU ARE READING
The unspoken, spoken words
PoesiaThe things I'm too afraid to say out loud yet the things I'll scream out loud with my actions. You could possibly call it poetry. Some things you'll relate too, some things you won't get. But that's okay. These are my unspoken, spoken words.
