I'm lavender,
Wild and vibrant.
I am the fragrance,
That fills your lungs,
With every breath you intake.
I'm beauty in chaos.
I am a soothing lullaby.
But you prefer roses,
Soft and red.
With petals that you could let your fingers linger,
With lust and desire.
Like a violin that don't sing.
No trust;
A love that is a blazing fire.
YOU ARE READING
Culaccino
PoetryCulaccino~a mark left on a surface by the bottom of a wet glass. Last summer, You said you love me, You said you'll be there forever. Last summer, We held hands, We kissed. Now summer's gone, You too. If we ever see again, All I'll ever say is, Reme...
