upon me, stand a dozen deadroses representing me:
i merely started off as a bud,
being picked on,
to slowly be cut and shown off for a couple of days.
once im dying, i dry
but
im not dead
for it harnesses love.
the day a red dead rose comes to life,
is the day my love for you will stop.
—
part of our start
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geycentral
Poetrya peak into my poetry, im an amateur and i kinda suck at writing but here we go again. pls leave constructive criticism!! all pictures attached are my own taken on a Nikon COOLPIX B500 and an iPhone XR *TW: some are dark and talk about self h*rm an...
