Rose petals finding their way to the floor
I break a smile of mischief knowing this will be no more.
Now a rose lays wasted what was once so beautiful.
Unpopular replays of the last time the world was beautiful.
A dim in the night.
A shadow in disguise.
A rose with piercing thorns can harm no more
As the last of its petals hit the floor.
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Shredded Thoughts/Poems
Poetry-{Completed}- Some of my thoughts and poems. Flawed in all fairness, but deep, dark and emotionally driven..Feedbacks are welcome and appreciated.... Enjoy.... Thanks
