SHE:
I am the thorns of your roses
The unsolved cases
The ugly splotches on the canvas
I am the unecessary strokes
on your sketches
The misplaced notes on
your pieces
After all, why would you want
a scarred girl like me
You will not choose me, I know
Even if we are the only two
people in this universe
HE:
A rose is not a rose without
its prickles, and so my life
without you
You are an arduous case,
but that's the nature of love,
hard to comprehend so
it's precious
With you, my art became
an abstract that only the two
of us can understand, but that
what matters most
After all,
I will eternally choose you,
always,
Among the billions of life
in this grand universe.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
