deceived
had the flowers been in bloom
i might have never loved you.
because beauty should not be an external thing
and you find satisfaction in materialism.
when will the roses comes back
because maybe then you will finally let me leave
you will move on just as the sun disappears
slowly and then suddenly
and all at once
and maybe you like to stay to see the sunset
but nobody ever waits to watch the stars
so if i am just merely compensation
for your temporary lack of lust for the world
then i do not want to be
anything at all
because you think it's okay to take a delicate flower
and thoughtlessly strip it of its petals
one by one
a prime example of the way that you insensitively stole my once beautiful innocence
you do not count she loves me nots
because the only thing
that you love is
the high that you get from the trophies that you leave behind on beautiful girls
a mark the color of black violets
or stained sheets the color of red wine
you are a man whose potential to love
radiates through his soft touch
though inconsistently
your fingers move like poetry
and that's what drew me in
but it can be said that not every poem is a good one.
YOU ARE READING
all of the things i should have said sooner
Poesiesometimes the only way to explain how you're feeling is through concepts. this is how i feel. a collection of thoughts, sometimes incomplete and occasionally inconsistent. ideas revolving around the concept of love and it's relevance to the mind...
