She doesn't like the flowers,
she finding my poems roses,
The words petals
Blooming into metaphors
she adores
I find my similes falling short
Of the fragrance she radiates,
Of the smile she carries.
Inspiration stems from her.
Her visage roots me frozen
Like statues.
She idealize everything I say.
Telling me my imagery falls short of the feeling she gets from the stanzas I pen.
I wrote it wrong!
I called the chaos of love in your heart as an eloquent emotion carried lightly
By your falling tears
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
She doesn't like the flowers,
she finding my poems roses,
The words petals
Blooming into metaphors
she adores
I find my similes falling short
Of the fragrance she radiates,
Of the smile she carries.
Inspiration stems from her.
Her visage roots me frozen
Like statues.
She idealize everything I say.
Telling me my imagery falls short of the feeling she gets from the stanzas I pen.
I wrote it wrong!
I called the chaos of love in your heart as an eloquent emotion carried lightly
By your falling tears