The petal on the cherry tree
gently whispers: "Let it be.
Don't think back, don't reminisce."
Yet you I cannot help but miss.
It's been too long, if truth be told;
my scarlet flames should have run cold –
but they burn bright as the desert sun,
a million candles joined in one.
You're the one that got away.
Only memories decide to stay,
to remind me of your eyes,
your smile, your not-goodbyes.
Are you safe? Are you well?
That's all I wish to know;
You haunt me – an angel of hell,
a rose-arrow in Cupid's bow.
I have no right, and never did.
Still, my thoughts keep wandering,
Pandora's box without the lid,
a kingdom lost without a king.
Spare me a thought, just now and then:
flicker me to life, for old time's sake,
My butterfly un-caught, remind me of when
I dared to dream of you, wide awake.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
The petal on the cherry tree
gently whispers: "Let it be.
Don't think back, don't reminisce."
Yet you I cannot help but miss.
It's been too long, if truth be told;
my scarlet flames should have run cold –
but they burn bright as the desert sun,
a million candles joined in one.
You're the one that got away.
Only memories decide to stay,
to remind me of your eyes,
your smile, your not-goodbyes.
Are you safe? Are you well?
That's all I wish to know;
You haunt me – an angel of hell,
a rose-arrow in Cupid's bow.
I have no right, and never did.
Still, my thoughts keep wandering,
Pandora's box without the lid,
a kingdom lost without a king.
Spare me a thought, just now and then:
flicker me to life, for old time's sake,
My butterfly un-caught, remind me of when
I dared to dream of you, wide awake.