I feel like a rose, plucked off from my dear ones. Hurting you was never my intention; it was the stern duty of my thorns that guarded & protected me, for they knew I opened my heart to every soul I connected with. Yet, you dared to pick me up, caressed my soft petals, kissed me once, kept me in your attic & never saw me again with the same warmth. You treasured me like your very own achievement, feeling proud, you had the Rose! And then there were just stolen moments, as you visited occasi- onally but didn’t care enough to notice that I was withering away without your love! Was acheiveing me your only goal? 💔 32/366 #love #heartbreak #rose #withering #drglove #drgpoems #yqbaba
