flower – Daily Elena Rose

they stained your pretty white rose

I long to feel the fragile, beautiful heartache that accompanies love again. To crave for someone: to feel warm, comforted, and at home in their presence. What a lovely thing, a gorgeous something that feels forever out of touch. For when I’m touched, I feel tense. To love feels like a dream I had long…

shell

i’m living in a shell of a house sometimes i think the neighbors can hear my shouts the walls are made of paper, as thin as my patience i’m trapped in this cage, no hope of escaping police sirens roar and dogs beg for love the street is worn down; the sky’s grey above the…

a flower in a field of grass

A flower risen in a field of grass has been stepped on but is still standing tall. Often when people walk they don’t watch where they’re stepping. They either aren’t paying attention, or they don’t care to look. But that flower that has been stepped on is still risen and is still just as beautiful….

a flower deserves to be watered, not plucked

A girl with a kind soul and heart isn’t meant to be someone’s toy. She isn’t meant to be picked up whenever he needs company. She isn’t there to reassure him he’s attractive and wanted. She isn’t there waiting whenever he wants to come by at 2 am. She isn’t there to be his listening…