i've seen my lover's death
countless of times
her unconscious figure lain;
pooling blood the color of her hair --
rewinding time's arms
my fingers shall bare pain
to taste the sweet petrichor
that surrounds her once more.
to die is vain
and to love an honor -
prickly rose to a chest
i keep chasing the hour you've gone.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
i've seen my lover's death
countless of times
her unconscious figure lain;
pooling blood the color of her hair --
rewinding time's arms
my fingers shall bare pain
to taste the sweet petrichor
that surrounds her once more.
to die is vain
and to love an honor -
prickly rose to a chest
i keep chasing the hour you've gone.
