"and then there are the songs i cannot listen to without hearing you."
summer love
malt skin, raven hair
eyes glitter, the soul laid bare.
dirt roads, mud tracks
brutal wars, imaginary barracks.
pluck a petal, oh bird blue
loves me but i love him too.
cotton roses, sharp thorns
cold winds but a heart so warm.
the brush of a finger, the flick of a wrist
light a match, set aflame the mist.
a small sigh, a soft kiss
curse those eyes, they set me adrift.
glass walls, closed doors
warm embraces on the cold floor.
summer ends, the memories begin
i leave behind more than a friend.
hopeful hearts, impatient minds
from this spark, a fire shall rise.
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poetry"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
