She's a midnight rose who vies for the pale moonlight, as her petals have been singed to a crisp by the sun
And when the sun turns to rain she melts into oblivion.
But a star cannot fuse with an asteroid or a rose with a nightshade
And in that place I met you
The rolling hills and
The tall grass swaying in the midnight breeze
I saw you
I saw us
I saw us breathe, and live
And love
I saw you there
Poking through the dirt
And there
I left you
I left you because
You are too beautiful to be anywhere
But there
And every year
On those hot summer nights
The faint breeze floats through the open window
A hint of nostalgia drifting with it
And the swaying roses and watchful moon
Hymn together in perpetual harmony
I sigh
A reminiscent sigh
And the scene is far from me
The cicadas join
In the blackness of the night
Screaming
And their notes of despair come shrilling through the small-hour air
-@doctor_video
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My Midnight Rose- A Poem
PoetryA poem which explores the uncertainty and fragility of loving someone with all your heart whom you know deep down is not right for you.
