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I compared our relationship
To a beautiful rose.
The beauty of the rose,
Was our feelings toward one another.
The spring had just come,
We bloomed together, as our love grew.
We budded into a fully open rose,
And saw the beauty, each had inside.
We had our share of thorns,
Pricked into out love.
Then as the days passed,
Our love grew cold,
Winter had finally come.
Our rose withered
Under a blanket of ice and snow.
And soon it died.
Though the memories we will always have
No one, not even you,
Can make that rose bloom again.
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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