You warned me we're all made of glass, that our lives are far too thin, so why did I not believe you, until it was your shards in my skin, now these scars upon my fingers, run too deep to just forget, despite the wilted roses,
From the first time that we met, and i don't know why I told you, I was good at letting go, for all I do now is watch dead flowers, and pray that somehow they will grow.
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The Unwanted Feelings
PoetryIt's about human emotions and thoughts that comes to mind. A place to express ones feelings in words. Warning: may contain depressing things
