roses
Little boat of roses, sailing my way..
Come to me as i pick the pettles off your body. Come to me as I prick myself with your thorns.
Boat of roses. You are sweet like no other but tormented like every.
Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741