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…

gold rose

A gold rose is shiny and cold Frozen in beauty, stunned in her growth Stiff in her posture, unable to slouch Torn from her roots, her home in the ground Displayed in a window, she watches them stare She dreams to be free, breathing the fresh air They gaze in awe at the beauty she…