( A poem for my dear friend Bellis who has found another)
When we first met,
I knew you were the one,
but alas,
we were too young.
With cold clammy hands, and a blush on my face,
I ran to you with haste,
but it was too early,
and I knew I must wait.
I am ready now
and I know you are too.
I reach out,
but your hand has clasped another.
I am much too late,
for you have bloomed.
It is myself that I truly hate.
All because I decided to wait.
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...
