Thought, it’s just a little bend
Or just a blow of the wind,
Yet in all that quake you remained to be..
Some dust on a desert,
Swept away by a wind… swept away.
I closed my eyes to your thorns,
Budded my ears to all warnings.
I stitched your bursts, I replaced your weak seams.
Then in your strength..
In your strength you tore me like paper.
You sketched your dirt on me.
You dimmed my lights.
All I can see is a rose fading
Your beauty bursts into tiny specks
When I admired your petals,
When I felt their smooth…
I can’t forget.
You’re still my rose.
Mariana Dynasty 
11 responses to “Broken”
You know how after you eat an ice cream cone your mouth feels kind of bitter because you don’t have the sweet there anymore, but you still go back for the ice cream cone next time? That’s what this poem makes me think of.
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Sweet held by the unsweet?
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There you go!
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You are still my Rose- its so cool to read this line.Brilliant!
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You’re still my rose. Thank you😊😊
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cheers! love yoy dear!
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Hope that some of your pain dissipated as you wrote that. Beautiful, aching, and maybe cathartic?
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A blend of all that. It’s funny how a pen can bleed all your emotions 😹
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Like the other blogger I hit the LIKE, I thought the ending line was “the tip” was the cream on the top of a great poem.
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Wow! Thank you so much
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