The darkness of roses is still embracing my whole,
Concealing the poles of the magnet through the maximal standard,
I also burn my brows all night to reverse my cooling heart into burning coal,
Whenever the magnet pulls me to somebody alike, I'll cut the ties, so both of us will be altered.
Wounds heal, scars will leave a mark,
Your name will forever be engraved in the piece of paper inside my wallet,
So I'll always remember that I will never go sailing to embark,
My heart was full of roses, now it's tied up by thorns, bonus that left marks of bullets.
You are the gold medalist inside my pumping core,
But also the first that broke it into tiny pieces,
That even now, I am suffering to find the pieces — thankfully it gives me lore;
I already filled my cup of tea, so the next step is to cut the bridges.
I once wish to be an Azalea, but it can't happen to be a blooming flower,
I tried, but then myself told me to be just who I am as possible,
So learning the capabilities of what can be realistic taught me to be empowered;
I will never set an expectation, so that I will be safe if I fall, even if someone will prick my safe-zone bubble.
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Lesson: This is the most deep piece I write. I want to explain it line by line, but I think I will remove the essence of poetry by doing that. Anyhow, the lesson we can learn through this piece is that, it is okay to try again, but be cautious next time. But for the mean time, let's stand our walls up and focus to ourselves. By that, we can heal the DARKNESS OF OUR WOUNDS and let's not be assumed to someone we are not like what GOLD OF AZALEA symbolizes.
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THE ANXIETIES THAT TAUGHT ME (A SELF HELP BOOK)
PoetryThe collection of original poems of mine, lessons I've learned through my own poems, and challenges I'd went through just to defeat my problems and anxieties. I wrote these pieces whenever the monster named anxiety tried to break my core again. Take...
