Sour Cherries // Poetry // Compilation #5

Heartfelt thorns of imaginary roses

To have brought you flowers of giddy love,

bloom eternal, terminally for you.

Sour sugar stems bear no buds for this truth.

I am but a coward of my wandering mind.

What would it have been to have kissed your lips?

To brush my hand over your cheek,

call you my own, be called yours.

Together in arms to fight this loneliness inside my soul...