I got the flowers you sent;
The red roses blooming away.
Promises you swore you meant,
The classic 'forever' cliché.
You'd sworn you only love me.
And I bought it. I fell harder.
But with every kiss under the old tree,
It felt like you were going farther.
I still have theflowers you sent;
The red roses wilting away.
Broken lay promises you never meant.
I was naïve. I fell for the 'forever' cliché.
YOU ARE READING
all that i could never say
Poetrypoems. poems are my day 1. poems have this amazing ability to calm me down. whenever i'm sad or anxious or happy or excited, i let myself flow with the ink of the pen. this is a collection of all the poems that i wrote in some of my darkest days, an...
