And only if you knew what you meant
Not to me ,
But to a hundred shadows
All that was in vain
Lit the fire of your soul within me
Only if you knew how indulging your rosewood
How pacifying your storm was
You would have lived a shiver more
Or a two
Only if you had let my vanadium
Touch your lips,
Our interstellars would have bled sorrows
Only If you were there
Now your ashes indulge me
In contemplation
In madness
In chronic melodies
Meant for us
Only me
In this lonely room
Filled with woods
Woods, that burnt your art
Will burn me.
YOU ARE READING
NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoesíaNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
