In Bloom: A Poem

Staring at you from across the room

My heart begins to bloom

But when I think of you

The flower of my heart closes

And turns into dead Roses

I want to be together so bad

But knowing that I just can’t makes me sad

So the dry petals of my flower

Drop to the bottom of my soul

Which continues to be pierced by this ripping hole

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