The rose I once had now crumpled and dead
All of its petals finally caught up to my head
The godly like beauty that I once saw…
All of it, the whole flower erased and gone
I thought I had one flower just one to hang on to
But I guess all the flower found was me and my truth
The rose died and the thorns finally grew out
All of its thorns silencing my mouth
The thought of happiness I once got from the flower
Guess all the joy now is just want and desire
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Author:
Ash :) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2022 14:23
- Comment from author about the poem: All I have to say is that its a metaphor
- Category: Family
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