Your crimson lips spoke of her a lot, the one from back home; the name my heart wished was my own.
"She has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen." You confessed.
The jealousy cradled my heart with thorns, but it was okay. As long as you were here with me, and she was not. Even if I had you only for temporary.
We were two lone rose bushes, a few feet apart, in a field of lush green grass, with my roots slowly reaching for your unmoving ones, lacing like fingers subconsciously.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PuisiThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
