A rose is hurt…
Certain years ago, I was smiling,,
Years have changed me near to dying..
Touching a rose why I always strike at a thorn??
Life would have been much better if it wasnt “life” ..
Why does it always matters what you say,,
Echoless words hovering all over gray..
Wishing my heart locked like davy jones’ ,,
Love would have been much better if it wasnt “love”
That grain drink draining into me,,
How I wish I could really be me….
[[[[Disclaimer:dis poem dsnt has ne relevance or connection to my life.. it may av sm inspiration frm my surroundings...]]]]
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this is amazing stuff
way to go
that is my type of poetry!
classy.