I, a tender bouvardia
Fluttering with the light breeze
And she a ferocious tempest
Desecrating all that stands in her way
Jagged breath, we collide
Desire pours from my lips
Lust drips from my pores
Yearning for her touch, I beg
Her dulcet voice floods my ears
And in the halcyon moment
I sit and admire her in every aspect
I relish in her veracious features
Slowly, passion fades; replaced
By the dread of being exposed
Desire turns to sorrow
Lust turns to dysphoria
She walks to me like a pendulous flower
Her eyes never meeting mine
Shame flooded her once mirthful smirk
As she merely sauntered on by
I felt a laceration in my heart
A laceration that would always remain.
A/N oooh this is so exciting I absolutely love poetry and it was time I resurrected my wattpad so hey, sup, I love writing+poems! Enjoy :)
