I was a rose
And one day
You decided you wanted me in your bouquet
You picked me up
And took me away
Till one day
You decided that thorns scare you
As though my thorns
Didn't scare me too
So how's your bouquet?
Without me on display?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Youthful Wreck
PoesíaA collection of poems I wrote in highschool struggling through the pain of life. Trigger warnings about SH,SA and suicidal thoughts and eating disorders.
