Roses.
Roses have thorns,
Lilacs make me sneeze,
Daffodils are far too basic.
I would despise,
The memory of us,
If I were to look like a fool.
And, it would,
Be a shame,
To despise any memory,
Of you.
I do not,
Dream of you,
At night.
More over,
About you.
The soft whispers of rain,
On petals of silk.
The melodies of dew leaves,
The stories of trees.
Falling slowly,
Into a pit of,
Stars.
YOU ARE READING
Lillies and Ghosts
PoetryPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~
