When roses bloom,
their smell overpowers everything surrounding.
Almost louring with that
bold red
color.
And sometimes they make you forget the sun that is slowly burning your skin. The dehydration that starts to give you hallucinations.
Maybe that's why you gifted them to me, so I could not smell your rotten heart or sense the life you suck out of me.
I was hypnotized by the
bundle of roses in your right hand
and the
pink
diamond
in your left jacket pocket.
YOU ARE READING
Before you Sleep
PoetryThis is a gift for you I want to invite you. Take a look inside my mind. Maybe it helps keeping your thoughts from running wild. Maybe ist shows you that we all break sometimes and that is fine. Maybe it gives you some sort of relieve before going t...
