cloudy eyes rain down,
salty raindrops wilt rosebuds
gazing upon
gardens of death,
i find that once
i look upon beauty,
i ruin it with love
perhaps i am a
flower cutter,
not a gardener
i found the most beautiful rose,
she was made from stardust;
her petals were
formed from skies
and lavender
with a hint of grey,
but i looked away
i couldn’t let
myself ruin this one
instead
i made a flowerbed,
with blankets of soil
tucked my tears in,
until blossoms bloomed
they were prettier than
roses made of the sky
or tulips from the sun
they were mine,
lillies from my heart
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
cloudy eyes rain down,
salty raindrops wilt rosebuds
gazing upon
gardens of death,
i find that once
i look upon beauty,
i ruin it with love
perhaps i am a
flower cutter,
not a gardener
i found the most beautiful rose,
she was made from stardust;
her petals were
formed from skies
and lavender
with a hint of grey,
but i looked away
i couldn’t let
myself ruin this one
instead
i made a flowerbed,
with blankets of soil
tucked my tears in,
until blossoms bloomed
they were prettier than
roses made of the sky
or tulips from the sun
they were mine,
lillies from my heart
i'm sorry i ruin everything i touch, i'm sorry i have the midas touch and turn you to gold in my eyes when i see you. i'm sorry. i love you.
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