The greatest thing in life is
The way things grow
The roses now have thorns
And you also have thorns
In my garden you touched the soil
And you told me
Against all odds, you told me
That I was getting older
That I was getting prettier
Lonelier
I look past you now
You were all I wanted
You were all I cared for
But after I jumped the fence
You were all I despised
Just a whisper in the muddy soil
I'm never awake
I am always dreaming
I dream of you
Of your hips on my lips
You have grown like the flowers
Thorns, but crimson and beautiful
The tips of your hair are red
And I'm waiting for you to push me into bed
I am always waiting
Waiting, dreaming
YOU ARE READING
melancholia: a collection of poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry all written by myself The individual poems will be marked as parts with their names. These poems are completely my own. They are the essence of my soul. It's like when you are younger and you just painted something out...
