every hour,
i ponder about those
who i thought would never
die.
the immortals of my heart,
driven by eros,
the beauty of roses
and you.
the thorns prick my fingertips
until i fall into a trance,
never waking up
until someone like you saves me.
i don't know if you
and your amaranth cheeks,
would ever try.
i don't know if i want you to.
YOU ARE READING
-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
