Wild Rose, you have grown in my head
It hurts so much that I wish I was dead
You left wounds that will never heal
But taught me how it feels to feel
Tell me if I should love or hate you
Before it's to late for me to be loved by myself and the hate turns against my health
You are the greatest wealth I could wish for
Would it be too much to ask for a kiss of you?
"Wild Rose"
Pen/charcoal on paper
29,7 x 42 cm / 11,69 x 16,54 inch
April – May 2018