roses have always been my favourite flower
cliche as receiving them from dark strangers
and being pricked into an almost lifetime of solitude
one petal falling like death in a snow globe
and painting them in watercolour with a mug of steaming coffee
it's perhaps not the actual flower, but the symbolism
that they represent, love, hate, unrequited, unneeded, unseen
and happiness, in some form, but subjective happiness where
only one person really knows what to make of it.
so roses, I will continue to write stories on, and the ways that I wished
this were different, roses, I will continue to draw and admire for their
peaceful ignorance as they are swiped and passed around to mean so much.
roses, will your face linger in my brain, rosy and smiling from bitterness
and lastly, roses, will I hope to never cause so much pain as.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
