we are all red roses.
without the proper care and love
we wither up and die.
we need the sun above
to sustain and rectify.
we are all red roses.
the wind sings our song
that tells of grief and loss,
as it blows our leaves along
to try to get it's point across.
we are all red roses.
the petals that we proudly flaunt
and the aroma that is so soft
are only to hide the things that haunt
and the thorns that we hold aloft.
actually pretty proud of this one. it was written for an english project last year.
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Poetrya collection of the thoughts that i have that are hard to share 2019 update: basically a book that i update whenever i feel like a worthless human being
