She was a rose.
His rose.
Delicate.
Crimson.
Soothing.
Reviving.
He was Lavender.
Her lavender.
Shading the soil
Protecting her from weeds
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Dreams and Scarred Pages
PoesiaO my unknown friend, These pages hold my heart and soul, The emotions within, my story to unfold. My forgotten songs, once buried deep, Will resurface now, no longer asleep, In the season of pain, they were written, A poet's heart, young and smitten...
His Rose
She was a rose.
His rose.
Delicate.
Crimson.
Soothing.
Reviving.
He was Lavender.
Her lavender.
Shading the soil
Protecting her from weeds
