A frosted rose
Caught in the hands of those
With no intention to hold her.
Let the truth fizzle and smoulder
Yet still her golden vines wrap ribbons around my heart In porcelain ties
I'll make up lies
Just to stay near
To avoid my darkest fear
The truth
It stays hidden
To not ruin what is written
But ink barely compares to art
And it is her name carved into my heart
So I'll make things up
Get "rejected"
To hide from the one that would hurt the most
To hide from my frosted rose
VOUS LISEZ
sabaism (poetry)
Poésiesabaism Noun (uncountable) The religion of the Sabians; Sabianism worship of the sun, moon, and stars; heliolatry; astrolatry
