Mother Said I was a rose,
Bringing beauty wherever I grow,
She didn't know I was a lost cause,
Roses have thorns and rivers flow.
Is that how the chosen one got chose?
By a saint that was as white as snow?
I'm sorry I'm not pure or even close,
I can't do you no good at your show.
And even though my heart has froze,
I still have to beg for it to take it slow,
Another empty word, there it goes,
Watch me as I climb up, then let go.
Watch them as they rip me from the ground and steal my crown,
Then, ask why does my face has a sad frown?
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Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
