I bathe you in riches,
You offer me thorns.
I give you my love,
You throw me a storm.
I offer you happiness,
You take it like a boar.
I recite you a poem,
You shred it like a chore.
I gifted you everything in this world...
& yet you handed me nothing in return.
Just a bed of withered roses, tangled by its own roots.
O, how love aches, don't you approve?
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
