KILL SOME TIME જ poetry.

garden of gain.

roses are bloody,
violets are bruised;
and oh, how sweet your
broken symphonies are when
you can do nothing but lose.

chrysanthemum wishes and
dandelion kisses revile your heart-
the obsolescence of love, perhaps,
has always been there.

and what do you gain after using
such ensconce to crack your heart,
floating into the rigid bed of tulips that
is just your so called bed of intimacy ?

nothing but thorns, sweet angel.

ㅡ jge.