A rose within the garden of my heart
Filled with tulips, daphodiles, and violets
They were all so superficial
But you
A rose
Blossoms unfolding beautiful but fragile
Until your thorns dug in
I tried to pry away
And continue to play
With the other flowers during the day
But you bit through
Snagging my flesh
Pain exquisite
Soon I realized
The others died
With the season
But your thorns still remained
Causing pleasure and pain
My blood you did drain
It fed the roots below your stem
I never noticed it then
Pain and pleasure blood and sin
It feeds the temptress within.
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Ink & Tears
PoesiThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
