you admired and loved me like i was a rose
until my petals withered away
i lost my colour and became dark
to you i was now damaged and unlovable
you threw me away like waste
you left me in the dirt before you realised
roses grow back more beautiful
than before, although this time i
grew back, i grew thorns
now you'll never think about picking me
up and throwing me away again
-you underestimated me
I promise you’ll never hurt me again.
I have my guard up, my thorns will hurt you before you even have a chance of thinking about hurting me
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Leanne Heatley
Just started writing again. All my pieces are very personal and mean a lot to me.
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