Gone in thin air.
My happiness and well fair.
Oh how unfair.
Broken and full of despair.
Tear it all apart and swear,
All you need is a little prayer.
Oh how unaware,
Of this little nightmare.
Wake up and realize,
It's all gone in thin air.
YOU ARE READING
Rosētum
PoetryHere 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!
