lingered was a rose that died,
in the palm of my hand,
showered with tears all night,
this heart—a broken land,
until the skies tried to console,
a figure of maimed bones,
but if I pulled this Cupid's arrow,
for sure I will bleed,
and I kept my head low,
while running out of hopes,
but if I reap what I sow,
why's the favor not in me?
oh, I refuse to let go,
every time I try to,
because you're not just a boy,
but someone I adored,
so long did I know,
I'm just no one to choose,
but she's Helen of Troy,
it cuts deep to the core,
but you're someone I adored.
YOU ARE READING
turning 21 (Completed)
Poézia8th Poetry Anthology here are the poems I wrote as I take a step further away from my youthful days. my 8th anthology... turning 21 🤍✨ Date Published: April 21, 2024
