She's not a woman of smiles and roses,
No matter how much she's tried to be, the livelihood in her heart is frozen,
So she settles for her chocolate and dark poetry,
Too convinced, "well, that's just me."
She wasn't always like this,
Her heart crumbled bit by bit,
A small piece each day,
When she learned her loyal love would never stay.
She was once a woman of smiles and roses,
She'd make warm even when the leaves were frozen,
So she settled for chocolate and romantic poetry,
She knew very well, "well, that's just me..."
But those Polaroids were tossed in a box
Of old photography, because a part of her hopes, "with a miracle, I'll return to me."
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Last Year's Flowers
PoetryIn the third installment, Last Year's Flowers, MissReads19's poetry takes on a new shape through storytelling. Crafted from fragments of poems written through time, Last Year's Flowers takes the reader on a fictionalized journey of love from beginni...
