You are a ribbon on my present.
But, one that I will wrap around my heart
Forever.
You were the silk beneath my fingers
But you unwrapped yourself and lead yourself astray
Now all I have is fibres
And a mere memory.
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R O S E G O L D
PoetryS P O N T A N E O U S P O E T R Y Some words are aesthetic, Others, Are wild... A collection of random poetry, on a variety of different topics I hope you will enjoy. Some are as pretty as gold and the petals of a rose, but others sting...
