A potray on a frame
Of two lovers in their own world
Standing on a beach cliff
Heads touching
Unfortunately
It wasn't all picture perfect
An invincible crack on the ground
Was dividing them apart
Nevertheless how perfect the two looked
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
