Dear Jenna,
When the War is over, I'd let you sew my torn uniform.
I'd let you sort my inner storm.
When the War is over, I'd let myself prove every poem written on love.
Placing my devotion on high above.
Jenna, I'd bring you daisies and tulips,
Your lips and my lips–apocalypse.
I'd tuck flowers in your hair,
And recite every word unsaid in your ear.
I would run my hands through your strands,
As if flowers are holding hands.
Jenna, I'd hold your hand and walk infinite path through the shore,
We'd stare as the sky weds the bluesy outpour.
My darling Jenna, are you really upset with me?
But you are prettiest mess I could ever see.
I promise, just let this war end soon,
I would buy you roses every afternoon.
I love you Jenna, and this is my vow,
I'm that boat that kneels waiting for you to row.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
Dear Jenna,
When the War is over, I'd let you sew my torn uniform.
I'd let you sort my inner storm.
When the War is over, I'd let myself prove every poem written on love.
Placing my devotion on high above.
Jenna, I'd bring you daisies and tulips,
Your lips and my lips–apocalypse.
I'd tuck flowers in your hair,
And recite every word unsaid in your ear.
I would run my hands through your strands,
As if flowers are holding hands.
Jenna, I'd hold your hand and walk infinite path through the shore,
We'd stare as the sky weds the bluesy outpour.
My darling Jenna, are you really upset with me?
But you are prettiest mess I could ever see.
I promise, just let this war end soon,
I would buy you roses every afternoon.
I love you Jenna, and this is my vow,
I'm that boat that kneels waiting for you to row.