Your truths fogged up my smoky pores
Tears rain but the roses remain in their ****** beds
Fair roses do not grow thorns in their seeds
And it did not wrinkle smooth skin
But your tears
Elicited a new spring blooming from my skin
You are the pied piper to the love I stuffed down
Fertilizer in the poems I know but you do not
Poems which lie nestled in the petals of our roses
Even they love you
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
Your truths fogged up my smoky pores
Tears rain but the roses remain in their ****** beds
Fair roses do not grow thorns in their seeds
And it did not wrinkle smooth skin
But your tears
Elicited a new spring blooming from my skin
You are the pied piper to the love I stuffed down
Fertilizer in the poems I know but you do not
Poems which lie nestled in the petals of our roses
Even they love you