The vase clatters to the floor
Leaving shards of its glass heart
Weeping its fragrant tears
A single rose lays
If only you could appreciate that rose
Before the stem withered
And the last petal floated away
And all were left were her thorns
YOU ARE READING
catie's poetry book🥀
Poetryjust a collection of poems and songs written by me hope you like them! <3
