roses from hell
Beauty,
that’s what they all possessed,
distracted,
from their beauty and strong posture
I overlooked,
overlooked the mirror that exposed their hurt;
their ability to endure pain
to truly feel
I had been wrong,
been led a stray
by them. the seekers,
the ones who wish to be loved.
their beauty was a disguise,
good enough to burn the soul
to the point where you felt what they once did!
eternally,
D.J.F ?
Copyright © Kavion Norman | Year Posted 2024
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