Yes. Yes, a rose is what they call me. A picture of pretty Everlasting for eternity. But if I let go of myself, Would you still pick me? Chasing fire to look fire, I’ve worked too hard To be the object of your desire. Watch me strip myself Of my fake sparkle. Who, then, WouldContinue reading “rose”
I looked at the stars, And my unfathomable despair went away. I looked at the stars, And I thought that life was okay. I looked at the stars, And I knew, right then, that love could be true. I looked at the stars, Never realizing The whole time, I was looking at you.