Thorned Rose Journal #1: what do you call flowers that bloom, where underneath the moonlight they spell the love as if it is a four-lettered word, can you guess who I am?
You fall, You broke the glass of the mirror which shattered like my heart into pieces, but you showed me that love was more than just a one sided petal, can you see the white glass that covers my red, with every red, that has fallen, you catch me before that time before the fallen petal of midnight. 🌹One kiss before the thorns, finding out I was just more than a petal 🌹
Thorned Rose Journal #2: What kisses before the lips, and makes up for the words that are spelled out in lipstick, can you guess my name?
Kiss and tell, or don't, just wait for the love between the lips to cross you as a forbidden secret, and can you catch before my lips have to kiss the red blush on your rose petals. 🌹One kiss of my lips turned red 🌹
Thorned Rose Journal #3: What do you call the night that turns dark from the sun, can you guess who I am?
You reached the dark before the light could be shone through and after the sun set you became the blue of the sky that darkened up the night and that may be blue of the moon. 🌙🌑 One dark of the blue made the night a BlueMoon 🌙🌑
Thorned Rose Journal #4: What is a light without the moon, and the face to match my lantern, Can you guess who I am?
You carve the faces,
To see who is behind the mask,
You light up my candle,
That is the center of my heart,
And the eyes that can see,
Out of the carved face,
Of my lantern that brightens
up the fallen stars of the
Night.
🎃 The face of light in my heart 🎃
Thorned Rose Journal #5: What do you call the midnight after the petals, Can you guess who I am?
The roses of my petals that are
Painted red, where my heart beats
Everything I feel and as long
As the time rests with my
Heart, the clock will soon
Strike midnight before my
Dreams fall asleep.
⏰ The time before the midnight called me the petals of the dreams ⏰
Thorned Rose Journal #6:
The thorn of my roses, you saw me like a tattoo where my heart could be, what the rose petals want me to be,
And where the flowers sing
My notes there only comes a
Time for petals.
🎶🎵📝🌹You sang the song as the rose petals hit the notes on my piano strings, where the heart knows the keys 🎶🎵📝🌹
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Book 5 | Call Me Out, Call Me A Rose, Call Me A BlueMoon
PoesiaCall me like a flower, That made me into a rose petal, Where dreams had filled the voices, Where speaking through a story, Was not a choice, Where instead like the memories, They stayed inside my head forever.
