Tossing and turning in this empty iced bed
waiting...
Dreaming roses and sweet chamomile.
I'm hugged tightly,
greeted by bitter heartache,
surrounded, burning every last sweet petal to the ground.
A glimmer of hope strings the last flame
burning,
and burning,
and hurting,
hoping to melt me free.
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback
