The romance of gardenia; the scent of jasmine
Vines twisted, binding a statuesque figure to their fountain
At the end of a pathway littered by pale roses and guarded by the moon's faint presence
I know why the birds fly away
You're bound by rose-thorns beneath sunset's cool light
We sit on the bench and listen to the windchimes
Porcelain tea cups, stylized with roses
Cracked, faintly, along the rim; marked by dull stains
Porcelain, made for decoration; like roses, made to wither
I've never seen a pair of doves, but I've heard their call
Leave your mark under the twilight
Cloaked by a lantern's light, I decipher my own rhymes
YOU ARE READING
Letters For Someone, Someday
PoesiePoems and short stories/The manic ramblings of a middle schooler (except the last chapter I'm not in middle school anymore) Tws: references to suicide, death, drugs, abuse, I don't know u can handle it
