Dry withered, rose petals fall to the ground,
A sense of loneliness leaves me with a frown.
Every silent tear I shed behind closed doors,
Becomes more harder to see through the smiles I force...
TRUST-- a simple word, that can easily be broken,
That was a mistake I made, one that I never once spoken...
As if it were possible, I look towards the heavens for an answer,
Unfortunately, it gives me with nothing... My life is a disaster...
Screaming, begging for anyone to hear me,
Yet they never do listen they never do see...
That just like the dry, rose petals wither away,
Will be the same with that of my life if I stay....
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Reese's Pieces
PoezjaMy broken pieces all described in poems... Author's Note: Please do not copy my poems or the name of this book or consequences are given...
