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Jan 2021
The bustling city life
Only brings the death like traits in us all
But when it rains
I escape to my grotto

Nestled in a park of the city
It holds a shrine, a pond, and my peace

The rain trickles down the trees
where ripples disturb the sleeping pond

That's when I met her

Everyday it rained
I met her

Everyday it didn't
I thought of her

Everyday became the rainy days, while sunny days no longer held the same warmth

All that mattered was the garden
Were only words were spoken
Not words of our lives
Not words of our worries
But words of our hope

She was the only comfort
But summertime came

I worked every night, and tried to detach myself from her
But I couldn't
I couldn't

It was still sunny, but I didn't care

I went to the garden
She was there

There were no words to be said
Only my love to be heard

Thunder clashed with the atmosphere
And drove us home

We enjoyed this temporary happiness
Free of society, of worry, of thought
We only spoke words after all
There was no thought behind it
Only feeling
And with all my feeling I said those 3 words

"I love you"

Thunder reemerged
Happiness scuttled away
I changed, and left
I stood at those stairs

With sadness, anger, and loneliness
I know we couldn't be my mind repeated

Before I could change the words in my head
She called for me and stared at me with those sad eyes

"I hate you"

"Why don't you say what your feeling"
"What do you think will change"
"I hate you"
"I hate you"

Before I could say three words, she ran and hugged me with all her feelings. I forgot my words. I forgot my feelings. In one instant I understood her pain and sorrow. "You saved me, thank you"


It's winter now, my grotto lay barren
The trees no longer hold water droplets to be passed onto the pond
But I still remember her

In our garden of words
Were no real word was spoken
But real feelings clashed
Were thunder sang, and trees danced

Were rain was the bridge between two humans and their happiness

I always wonder how she is doing but I hold one thought to my heart

That someday it'll rain
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Lunar Roses
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   Bogdan Dragos
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