My heart weeps for you
My mind longs for your affection and desire
These feelings are not due to expire
I don't care if you stab me
With daggers or knives
If you drag me down to make yourself thrive
Your like a rose bush, I have to be careful of the thorns
You protect yourself with a sharp exterior, the more careful I am I'll get to the beautiful rose petal that is you.
If your thorns get the better of me, I'll keep trying.
My heart will never stop weeping
My mind will never stop looking for your attention and desire
No matter how much the thorns hurt sometimes.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
