As beautiful as the willows and the lilies, I watch as you weep,
Your figure bending over in such elegant, fallen grace.
It's then that I see that this aching pain has been your companion
And the pleasant smile on your features is not your true face.
How long have you hidden these burning tears? This endless sorrow?
How long were they stored in your limbs, poisoning you from within?
I never realized how lonely you were, locked in your intricate garden,
And I imagine if I truly saw you, how much better you would have been?
From your tears and string-like sadness, you wove together a kingdom,
A home of silk and beauty and comfort for others to heal and rest.
All this time, with your calloused fingers, did you ever give yourself a home?
If you told no one, who else could carry the sadness in your chest?
My darling, your sadness isn't scary, and you are lovely even in loneliness,
So let me be the light that can stream through your eternal rain.
If you trust me and let me in, we can save your drowning garden together,
And heal with a bond that never has to hold a name.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
