He
Vanished,
perished,
yet-
cherished.
his love
in my heart
has flourished
into blooms;
they died
I cried
couldn't hide-
thoughts of things
I could've tried.
It never mattered
I was scattered,
shattered;
longing to be-
for once
flattered.
- RO
this is my very first time to share a poem, I'm not really sure if it's actually good. I just wrote my heart out.