c r a c k e d
your phone is cracked
you cracked my soul
and though the glass
i am dull
you loved me
or so you said
but instead of me, instead
you picked this girl
who i'll never be
she wears a dress
and i wear a tee
her bronde hair
is gold like the sun
and i guess it's not me
but she is the one
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Thorny Roses
PoetryAn original poetry collection by me, Rosalie Ivory. This is a group of very personal work that I am finally ready to share with you all. I will update as I can, with new poems often. It deals with young romance, relationships, family, and my feeling...
