As a child, I played without necessity, without care.
I played alone
with nobody there.
As a teenager, I stood like a crane,
tall and straight. I waited alone
and they never came.
As and adult, I worked for my pay.
I worked alone
and they never came.
As life ebbed away from my once youthful body, I sat and waited.
I waited alone
and still,
they never came.
Rosales Kordesii
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A Withered Rose: Rosales Kordesii's Poetry Book
PoetryAn old poetry collection I wrote in high school under the alias of one of my characters Rosales Kordesii. Most of the poems are based on characters and stuff that happens in the main story. Since I've moved on, I will not be dding to this collection...
