Indeed,she became a soulless body after he left.
She got nothing to complain and who would listen to a dead rose?
Her life was her battlefield,she was put forward to fight against a never ending war between her fate and her heart.
no matter how much her heart is bleeding she always finds place to grow a rose.
She might be broken inside but she has stitched and glued the shattered glasses that life thrown at her so that the world can see the power of those who have survived through the harshness of life and had experienced the heartbreaking days of an aching heart.
YOU ARE READING
The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
