Advice
Roses are red
Roses are hearts
Hearts are sewn tight
Hearts are torn apart
Apart from wound
Apart from trysts
Trysts are unconcerned
Trysts are personal
Personal tastes
Personal lives
Lives are changed
Lives are broken
Broken is me
Broken is you
You fell for man
You fell way down
Down the hatchet
Down soul goes
Goes past me
Goes petal to pod
Pod, my haven
Pod, my tree
Tree growing in yard
Tree I water
Water turns velvet
Water turns sweet
Sweet looks at me
Sweet grazes my lips
Lips glued shut
Lips are parted empty
Empty words ring past
Empty chest stops breathing
Breathing witholds
Breathing is my mind
Mind thinks nothing
Mind thinks everything
Everything is question
Everything is about question
Question my love
Question its entrance now
Now is not the time
Now is my love's existence
Existence is fickle
Existence of my personality
Personality in my love
Personality of my soul
Soul doesn't live
Soul ripped then.
Then.
Live.
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