the girl was a rose
Her love was its petals
Inside like home, there I settled
Happy in love.
but I had to let her go
Or her thorns would forever latch
Then one by one, each petal fell, slowly flying away
And one day I was left without the girl
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
