Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume V
This is the first of my rose poems. I have pages and pages of rose poems. Crap about getting cut by thorns, petals wilting, etc. etc. You know, like, really original stuff. Anyway, I didn't put initials next to this one so I can't be certain who inspired it, but most of my "love is pain" poems were about my first boyfriend Satan, so I'm assuming this one is as well. It's untitled.
Believing the beauty will stay
Religiously, the vase is filled
As the petals fade away
Such fools will salvage a dying love
As if they do not know
That when hearts do slowly wither
Then the love will cease to grow
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