Your name is Rose,
The girl who spoke and bled from the thorns of innocence where her tears cried of passion and silence of all the words bottled up inside of a glass where the roses of of flowers took over the petals where each word that was written now blurred her eyes from crying so deep where you were not the only one who could have told me the whole story but we both chose to quiet the tears as soon all of the water fell from my eyes where for reasons I cannot express I can only write about it instead of talking about it like I have a number to a ghost where I help can't but cry from being sick but as my eyes may run and the blood shot eyes that paint the color of my petals soul red where I feel you rather take time to love me instead of pushing the steps as if being too direct and maybe I don't blame you for being patient but I just wish you would stop doing it but I do understand that you feel like I am pushing you into the social media and you feel like you want it done on your own time and not by mine.
Your name is Petal,
The petal of my tears can you wake up and smell the flowers,
where everything but my tears feel numb,
can't you see what loving you can do to a petal like me,
I want to move the wind with just one breeze,
there is just a spark where the wires never crossed, you stood up and waited for time to set the movie on, your DVR but nothing but a blank,
screen where a blank stare was stained from,
the broken glass of the rose petal tears.
Your name is Petal,
where do the flowers go after they have been watered,
do the tears of the silence in the raindrops,
take away the storybooks magic,
and can the magic take away the power it,
gave or can it just leave room for more wishes,
of the potals to grow with the roses.
Your name is Petal,
where are the pages of my letters,
That wrote to a girl and,
her name was petal,
but sometimes I feel like the petals have fallen,
for the last time and the glass is almost,
ready to break but I knew you would rather hide, your face in my embrace than to watch,
me cry tears from the pain that left my,
body from words of stone to flesh red roses.
Your name is Red,
Where the color stains like blood on my rose petal, skin, where if I were to drip red I would not speak of, just coming foom the midnight that can no longer, fight the tears of my stain glass windows.
Your name is Red,
Can yon just see the tears that cover not just my petals,
but that also cover my blue eyes,
where the ocean is now a midnight blue,
where the night sky found the light,
of the sadness I can't seem to understand,
where I feel like the two of us,
are lost without the words,
that are almost fresh rose petals,
of my red ink,
where my tears of just another word,
of my rose petal letters.
Your name is Red,
You never like to be the one,
who saw the heart,
between the love that only holds the blue,
between me and you of the moon at night.
Your name is Red,
Can you ever forgive the past?
As the roses kiss you in your dreams,
where I may have cried until I feel like I am
asleep inside of my dreams.
Your name is Red,
where does the line,
between the love of the past,
and the stories of us end,
I only can hope not letting my tears be the one
that makes me cry in front of the words
that only depict me as a character inside
of a love story with no words to carress
my words of your arms.
Your name is Red,
I would not change for the better,
of the lyrics that wrote the name,
of the song of the words on the rose colored
pages of the story between you and our story.
Your name is Petal,
there is only one voice,
that sings me to steep when it is time to say goodnight,
and that girl is rose.
Your name is Flower,
what should we call you,
For flower seems like a bloom,
where the night will come and whisper as it's, reading your mind,
so will you come too chose to touch the water,
or will you aways remain just a flower of a petal,
whereyou can walk in the dark while you sleep,
and search for the key to the missing piece you,
can no longer keep as a secret to yourself,
but you won't get to see the time before the petal,
come and say goodnight to your flower.
Your name is Flower,
so where does the sun go,
when it ony turns to the night,
that cond never go wrong as long as you find the heart,
that only captures the beat and the love that
runs in both lanes of where each petal of the
flower grows as more than just being petals of roses.
Your name is Moon,
I could never just write the words you could
never say but I feel like it is up to me
to find the reasons inside of what we
both could never say at least until the night.
Your name is Moon,
I feel like I know you,
but you feel like the words of my stories,
that don't match the same person who you,
used to be,
so could you never be the same person
that still loves me without being inside of the
words that keep you inside of a picture frame.
Your name is Moon,
will the stars of us,
be the same as two,
or will the night sparkle,
in the stars,
like a different galaxy,
from where mars and you,
were supposed to be,
where they say fall,
in the season of Autumn is supposed to be,
a nice time of year in the month of October.
Your name is Blue,
but you were never one,
to speak a sound,
you always did like to make things not easy,
but I just only want you to not remain just a mystery.
Your name is Blue,
where you found my heart,
without just a hidden disguise,
and once the mask came off the rose petals,
I was able to reveal the presence of the,
Blue without keeping the love silent from you and, me.
Your name is Blue,
You knew that love was a wait,
but I never know that it would only take,
One day it a time,
where two wrongs could never seem right,
but only one knows the whole story.
Your name is Blue,
so where does love go,
if there is no clue,
and does the blue,
even get to kiss the moon of the sky.
Your name is K,
You have a way with words,
do you ever know where the stories of the love,
will take you or will you always have a hold on the story.
Your name is K,
can you even see the lines of the story,
where every feeling is carried through me,
and put into the stories of words.
Your name is Butterfly,
will you set me free with your wings,
or will you let the flowers of stories,
carry you into the wings of love,
that have a hold on me.
Your name is Butterfly,
where coming like a mystery of wings,
only to fly away,
with the words that could no longer stay,
but that filled my wings,
with words that fell like broken hearts,
that were set free before being put,
back together like a puzzle piece,
of words inside of a butterfly,
that like loose ends of wings,
that treated silence like a mystery of wings.
Your name is Butterfly,
left my heart so empty,
but then you never fell away,
with the dreamcatcher,
of my butterfly dreams,
that held my wings.
Your name is Butterfly,
where being caught inside of the web,
allowed me to dream,
of the presence between me, you, and the
moon.
Your name is G,
The love you have for me and your heart,
spells the way that will always remain the same, where one door closes on your heart and the,
other one opens to a dream inside of your,
heart.
Your name is G,
You never forget the blue hidden behind your
eyes that loves the moon,
with just one complete touch of the rose petals
and the dreams.
Your name is G,
and where you find the love that will be the
real thing but will always remain in your heart.
YOU ARE READING
Book 5 | Call Me Out, Call Me A Rose, Call Me A BlueMoon
PoetryCall 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.
