Longing, or, Of Roses and Rampages
You stepped into my heart lightly at first;
Careful, cautious, and planned.
Something shifted, and suddenly
You were full force, like an F5 tornado in my heart.
Just as things began to blossom,
You were gone.
And all you left in your wake
Was destruction, and the shattered pieces
Of a girl that used to be.
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Hi, I’m Aspen! I’m 18 years old, and I live in Washington. This fall I am attending a local technical school for my pastry arts degree, and I hope to own my own bakery by 2025. In my free time, I write poetry and prose. I love writing about issues personal to me as it serves as a platform for me to get my feelings out.
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