Don't say that you're enamored
Until you long for golden fairy lights to twist
'Round your fingers, knotted silk strings
That bind your hand like your heart,
Reminding you of their soft hair strands.
Don't say that you're enamored
Until you see a streetlit path as a set,
Stark, pale spotlights against velvet navy-black,
And your heart beats to a melodic rhythm
As a hand entwines with yours.
Don't say that you're enamored
Until you made a home in a cold stairway,
Climbing up and up the echoing metal steps
Just to deliver fragile, crafted flowers
So they might escape loneliness, unlike you.
Don't say that you're enamored
Until you cry when the golden light of dawn falls,
And you recede from the spotlight into shadow,
Leaving paper shreds and sentiments in a waste bin
All because it meant nothing to them.
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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...
