She was a rose
To be held delicately
Her thorns only adding to her beauty
He was a knife
Simple, but intricate -
Intricate with his words, not his physique
For if one were to handle the wrong end, they'd be harmed
She was a rose
To be held delicately
Her thorns only adding to her beauty
He was a knife
Simple, but intricate -
Intricate with his words, not his physique
For if one were to handle the wrong end, they'd be harmed
"I know I'm sunk deep to this point
To the point where I'm drowned
Into this bowl of honey I feel
I feel like there's no other way out"
A collection of poems about love, admiration and fondness.