Today I picked roses
Fingers pricked with thorns
Tears watered the garden
The heart is scorn
Glass of water, it sits
Slowly it wilts away
A soul dissipating in thin air
It happens every single day
How does something so sweet
Disappear so easily?
Missing the happiness of youth
The sky is gloomy
Today I picked roses
A reflection in the lawn
Is the mirror false?
Or is she truly gone?
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
