She is like a rose
A physical manifestation of my desires
A fragile beauty
From which thorns grow to protect her heart
She is like a rose
For her hair is her petals
The morning dew dripping off the shining strands
Making her illuminate in darkness
A/n: what even is this?
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
PoetryAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.
