You define love
so harshly,
taking the purtiy from me
leaving me wilting
in salted waters.
Those thorns
are rooted deeply
clinging to me
and I bleed in that
stingy ocean of love,
wanting the abrasive
sands of yesterday to
errode the urge of staying.
The rose in me
still creeps out to
bloosom...
But it can't find the sun.


Wow, awesome work, girrrrl!!
Your muse is so gifted, it's unbelievable!!
Congratulations on the bronze trophy!!






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