One, Paper Roses
A plenty ways to love me,
That's indeed true.
A plenty of gifts to offer,
Yet I'll only state a few.
Don't give me roses,
For they only wither.
They won't stand today's weather.
I fear that it'll be a bother.
Give me something simple,
I'll say it again;
Like a rose made of paper.
I assure you that I'll be happier.
-SagittarianJoy-
( December 09, 2023 )
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A Hundred Ways to Love Me
Poetry•| A Hundred Ways to Love Me |• I once made a poetry titled "I Love You a Hundred Times and More" as my first ever poetry book, which was inspired by my broken hearted friend. Now, I have another friend, who is quite in-love these days, I decided t...
