She made my time greater by making it move faster. But when I looked inside the mirror, I saw a disaster. Soothing was your kiss, like the winter sunset mists. The air, the wind, the earth and the water gave us their silence when we locked lips. But the fire moved into our hearts, making us feel unfit.
So it was pointless, like lighting a match in the burning forest. "I promise you, I won't leave", she said. But maybe that was the voice of the flower who gave its scent, because what this woman said actually never made no sense. For me; lies cease to exist, that is why I blame the flower for showing the truth, and the woman for uttering the words.
"I promise, I won't leave." I know, oh rose, that your scent will continue to linger, and that this woman can speak your truth for you. But I beg you to stop, to stop my love being taken away from the truth. Because then, you are still the liar.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
