These silver chains
that binds my flesh and bones,
The pearly tears
that falls from my eyes,
The glittering stitches
and the golden scars on my skin,
Are nothing compared
to the wishes of my heart
to come back to you.
I wish to feel your
porcelain skin,
full of the names
of the flora that you adore.
(For one last time.)
I wish to taste the
sweet nectar of the drink
you mixed from your own
pomegranate garden.
(For one last time.)
I wish to smell the
flowers you grow and
adorn yourself with.
(For one last time.)
I wish to hear the
songs you hum as you
danced across the fields.
(For one last time.)
I wish to see your
warm brown eyes,
full of joy and innocence.
(For one last time.)
But I know those wishes
will never come true.
But still, for one last time,
Before I am forgotten,
I hoped for one of my wishes
to come true.
My wish for you to forget me
and live forever surrounded
by flowers like you.
- Asteria
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Swinging Around the Cosmos || Poetry
Poetry[ and my airborne legs swung around the cosmos ] Poetry of the vast inky space. Some might be influenced by greek mythology.
