It amazes me how blunt you can be sometimes, you act like I was never a part of your life, you act like I'm a stranger to you, you shut me out and neglect me, you observe me with your eyes, and you lay them on me gingerly, weren't we friends before? Or was it something that my ludicrous imagination pictured. Us on a hot summer day, sharing the last sip of water, laughing in the pouring rain, memories that remain, or darling was it all in vain? You shall never know the pain, the pain I withheld from spewing like venomous words that pierce ever so deeply into your skin and obliterate your heart, but I'd never be capable of such a thing. I'd never be capable of hurting the one who made me feel again, and then took it away from me.
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Rosētum
PoesiaHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
