Aug 2017
There is this girl that I love so much -
Sculpted by the angels on their hallow day.
Whenever she didn’t croon, she would just sway;
She was a wonder in herself, as such.
She walked up to me, I was very anxious.
My heart pounded, like it would
Break and dash out of my chest if it could.
Thoughts were vague, random and various.
Every inch she closed in, seemed like a mile;
Spellbound, I looked at this lady; She
Stared off into space, her first time, maybe.
Couldn’t jump the gun, but it had been a while.
Before I said anything, she stood on her toes,
Laid on my fool heart’s grave, a pink rose.
Kissed on my cheek, whispered goodbye -
Nonchalantly caressed my love to die.
Sculpted by the angels on their hallow day.
Whenever she didn’t croon, she would just sway;
She was a wonder in herself, as such.
She walked up to me, I was very anxious.
My heart pounded, like it would
Break and dash out of my chest if it could.
Thoughts were vague, random and various.
Every inch she closed in, seemed like a mile;
Spellbound, I looked at this lady; She
Stared off into space, her first time, maybe.
Couldn’t jump the gun, but it had been a while.
Before I said anything, she stood on her toes,
Laid on my fool heart’s grave, a pink rose.
Kissed on my cheek, whispered goodbye -
Nonchalantly caressed my love to die.
The poem is about a beautiful girl that a boy has fallen in love with and still loves her to this day. Although, the poem begins like the girl is approaching to propose her love to the boy, its actually quite the opposite - she's breaking up with him. She parts with him saying that he is just her friend (laying of pink rose).
