From a distance she is nothing but a pretty wallflower.
Silent,
Yet still stunning.
She captivates even the most guarded of hearts,
Making her irresistible.
The desire to pluck this fragile bloom is so strong,
It's unbearable for all who have the misfortune — to lay their eyes upon her.
For their feelings and desires,
Matter not to this young maiden.
Her heart has been broken too many times,
And has now become an untended garden,
Filled with thorns,
And sorrow.
The once beautiful flowers of a newly found love,
Now lay dying,
Slowly withering away,
Just like her heart.
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Raw Heart
PoetryThis is a book dedicated to poems that were created straight from the heart and mind. They are filled with my current emotions and thoughts at the time of writing and are unapologetically raw. I hope you enjoy. ^_^ Book cover credited to the amazing...
