I've said a lot.
A lot of sad things,
Angry things,
Passionate,
Exciting,
Loving things,
But most things
Never got to paper.
Never written
Nor typed.
They're gone now
They've left my grasp
No proof of speech
Or thought.
I could pretend
I never said them
Because what's written
Doesn't hurt.
I want to take it back
Take it all back
Take back my sanity
My heart,
But I can't
I don't have the rights
Nor the ability
I just want to go back
To my silent thoughts
To my careful words
YOU ARE READING
A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
