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Rose Aug 2019
My thought has been preoccupied by you
consuming the rest of silent night
until dawn proceed to gently emerge

My veins are filled with entrance
the jolt of exhilaration
you seem to possess on me
Rose Aug 2019
I mistaken you
as a shelter
of withering petals
you put them up the ground
caressing each and every one
just to lay all of them
on top of your rotting bed

I mistaken you
as a sovereign
of kingdom come
sit on the polished throne
presented with a crown
only to be unveiled
upon your counterfeit

I mistaken you
as genuine devotion
a failure to perceive
your caress and throne
was only as shallow
as your devilish lust
and your outmost pride
Rose Dec 2019
Aren’t we all?
guilty
at a certain
point in life
of wishful thinking
Rose Nov 2019
darling,
you are way too dear
to not be kept near

so don't ever fear,
for tonight's sky clear

even if we're miles far,
take a gaze upon north star

here I am whispering,
a longing tune for you to hear
how I wish this distance would disappear
Rose Nov 2019
Honey,
let's get drunk
in an exchanging tone.

I could drink your voice
and feel the rush in my veins.

Cheers,
to another round.

As my flesh begin to numb
after one too many
shots of sentences.
I could spend countless hours talking to you, and will probably never get bored.
Rose Aug 2019
There were times,
the thought of death
soothes you.
Rose Aug 2019
The moon‬
‪shines beautifully‬
‪but little did they know‬
‪she is never capable
not strong enough‬
‪to create her own shine
‪only reflecting upon‬
‪what has given to her

‪When her light source is gone‬
‪she gets dark‬
‪and forgotten‬
‪for there are lights below‬
‪far enticing than‬
‪hollow darkness‬

Waiting for the day
she gets to reflect
in order for her presence
to be known again
Rose Nov 2019
and I bleed
to your song
as I blankly stare
at the ceiling

wondering,

those things you did
felt like I belong
to a certain somewhere
but you left me hanging

leave me with nothing.
Rose Aug 2019
I adore you
and every
inch of your
imperfections

and how you
saw mine
not as frailty
but rather
audacity

and how your
fingers run
on mine
send shivers down
my spine
Rose Aug 2019
She was once unadorned
a translucent flesh
never been consumed
by the noxious feeling of romance

The first time she tasted one
it was bubbly and bright
though in the end
left her veins blue and bitter

But the yearning left
of the flutter and lift
albeit the eventual overdose
might cause her skin numb and cold
Rose Aug 2019
Funny how the world
revovles around you
in a fast paced way
yet you’re still there
relentlessly
in a static scene
longing for something
happened in the past

Killing your head
with a mere idea of what ifs
the unspoken thoughts
the unmade decisions
the nostalgic feeling
of the ecstatic
and miserable
recollections
Rose Aug 2019
She put her favorite dress on
then bite her own skin
and throw herself out
to the shimmering stream

Inside the cold water
drown with a sinking feeling
into the euphoric liberation

A triumphant farewell
from her desolation realm
Rose Aug 2019
‪I hate that
despite of my doubt,
I still miss you
and the memories
we made together
come flooding in
like a rain
surrounded by the storm,
pouring endless water
through my eyes‬.
Rose Aug 2019
just as
the one
porcelain teacup
she adores
immensely
it has
crackling veins
on it
unknowingly
when
it'll be
in the verge
of shattering
you
Rose Aug 2019
you
Come, stay
underneath countless stars
on top of the bare pavement

Two souls
longing to grasp another’s
through stories of the past
through the hopes of later

Pour me
your darkness demon
your deepest fear

Let me try
to heal you
and your fragile heart
from the harshness
of universe

— The End —