Growing like a red rose
melting the frost from the veins
feel the thorns deeper
blemishing the chest, it hurts
how love rages, it burns
inside, shivering on the skin
And it's so worth it to be alive
again in someone's arms
And it's so scary to be her smile
again in someone's mind
Killing like a goodbye
loosen the snow from the heart
feel the rays rooted
quenching the desire, it reliefs
how love sways, it freezes
inside, shivering on the skin
And it's so all confusing
to not know how to behave
And it's so all embarrassing
to not know where to look
YOU ARE READING
Red wine, black ink.
PoetryI write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
