Flowers 🌺 💐 sit on the windowsill
just waiting to die inside themselves
trying to bloom and bud but how can they when I’m yours?

Words fade as the breeze sweeps through bringing scents of jasmine, lilies and lilacs.
I listen to the sincerity play and echo in the background as the summer sun hits the light just right. I see you in this perfect light and I forget about the 🌺 flowers and the seeping ☠️ poison keeping them alive.

As a man I let you inside and run and hide I could not it was only a matter of time before the flowers would die.
I knew the whole time I could never bloom for you.

My lover my lover I fear I’m one of the few who’s yet to find the hands of a man who will make me shiver.

My lover my lover
I’ve spent countless nights aside you, the man I love but the sun will rise as it always does and we will repeat it again

My lover my lover we keep our distances as we are both mortally guarded. Doors that lack hinges..