You clutched my hand and stroke my cheeks, We wandered aimlessly together, dark and quiet, I was.
But your touch would enflame fire that burnt bright within me.
And as murky as I was, like the lonesome moon before it ever felt the warmth of the sun.
The sun gave me life.
The sun touched me ever so smoothly, radiating rays of infinite sunshine.
Like the moon found the sun, I found my own, and it was you.
YOU ARE READING
Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
