Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]

Dear Julie, November

She forgot where the moon is rising,
And stop chasing the light and love from people.
What she cares now is herself,
Where sadness have eaten her,
And wherever she goes,
She couldn't see the wonderful things around her,
Her thoughts was filled of grief,
Her inner child was silently crying,
And she wants to bring her old self,
But she's blind by the present.

She worries a lot about her future,
She overthink too much,
Where peace of mind is nowhere to be found.
She's alone and never wanted to be alone,
But she chose to be alone so she can prove to herself that she can stand alone.
She's tired. I can see the scattered regretful stars in her eyes.
And she hope someday,
She'll find herself in the desk writing her life,
Telling she's happy.
What I want for her is to be happy. That's all I ever wanted.