I still have your rose
which wasn't for me.
Watched with longing
As you gave your rose,
To your love.
Took the crushed rose
that was on the road,
Wishing you would turn
And see my broken heart
Filled with love.
YOU ARE READING
Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
