Velvet
In senses I dream,
it’s never what it seems,
for in mecurial highs and heaving lows,
carressing ones skin with comfort’s gentle hold.
It drapes and folds, in cascades deep and intricate,
a rich, lucious pile, of mostly infinite
inviting strokes.
oh, what feeling it invokes!
kings cloaked in power, queens adorned with grace,
history was made in velvet’s soft embrace.
The Rose
Cut the rose that is to you the most beautiful
Caress it with water and watch it bloom
Mesmerized by the love you’ve given
It does not see the creeping
of time slowly fleeting
to the point it stops living.
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Midnight Confessions
PoetryUnveiling the raw truths of growing up under the cloak of midnight. Midnight Confessions is a poetry collection that delves into the messy, beautiful journey of growing up. Of what it feels like being in the moment, feeling the a gut-wrenching heart...
