I want to write you a poetry that's made by my love for you,
I want to do that as best as I can,
But what I'm doing is write why I am not enough,
Why I love you? Why you hurt me?
I keep questioning your love for me,
I tried to give back what you've done to me,
Revenge—
I still continue to ask,
Nothing ever said to me the answer,
I guess the rose knows?
Or the moon?
YOU ARE READING
Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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