To those who have fallen,
To those who are wandering
And to those who sleep through sunsets,
Who are upset and can't keep count of the days passing by,
You are but the petals of a rose.
Without the petals of such deep velvet colors,
A rose is not a rose,
It is but a bud that has yet to bloom and if you have not yet bloomed,
Worry not,
The womb is safe and it is a place to let go,
To discover your flow and who you are
And who you are,
Is beautiful.
I have been described as a dark and benevolent creature,
An angelic demon,
The holiest of sins,
But when I hear such descriptions,
I have the one conclusion that I am but a contradiction,
And to sleep through sunsets would certainly be beautiful.
But To be awake and hit by beautiful velvet rays sounds so much better then staring at my eyelids,
Where darkness awaits,
As in my bed I lay and wait for the day that my lover shall return
But no,
For those who sleep through sunsets and spit on the moon,
I applaud your strength,
The fact that instead of letting sleep find you,
You stay awake and sometimes it is not your choice,
Sleep evades and when it does hope fades,
Just like the suns rays,
Or your petals as they fall away,
But never doubt your worth.
Never doubt your worth.
YOU ARE READING
S O U L P O E T
PoetryA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
