Rose
I used to walk around this garden full of roses just to pick one.
Kissing your lips
I try to forget the smell of roses
But I gave you the name Rose
So really it’s hard to forget
I wonder what your lips taste like
Maybe pearls dipped in strawberry
Strong and sweet
Tongue on tongue
Heart beats so loud,
we both hear the music
Words put down on paper just to satisfy your body
You look at me like you see tomorrow in my eyes
Surprised but happy you can see me with you
Poetry doesn’t capture how I feel about you
The desire I have
To kiss your lips
It’s 3 AM in the morning and the thought keeps me up
It feels so real
All but just a dream
Months later and we don’t seem to bond anymore
Feelings die like old leaves falling off the branches of a dying tree
I used to pick roses from this garden
Just to say I love this rose
But you know
I love you
Rose
About the Creator
ANTI-SOCIAL ICON
Anti-Social and deep in every way, cannot be depressed as no sort of pressure can put me in a deep situation. POETIC JUSTIFICATION FOR LIFE.
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