Once uopn a time, a lonely loving rose
bending with the wind, gentle in each pose
The meadow was green, and the sun aglow
Not a sign or gesture of pain and sorrow
Parakeets would sing and the rose flushed
Till the weary winter brushed past with a rush
And she stole anthems from love birds
A sigh was the last sound the meadow heard
young rose with all its roseness fresh and red
cut with its roots haunted as a captive held
To her doomsday she hauled, past a willow tree
Past that feigned majesty she was ordered to be
What about the blood ****** off her petals
Our mushy rose beaten like heavy metals
Soon she whispered to the cold ears of winter
What of it now, and passed with one last whimper.

Words cannot describe the feelings I harbor for you.

But this might put it into perspective.

I love you, I guess.

I love you so much; I could pluck out all of the stars in the sky but they would still be nothing compared to your eyes.

I love you so much; I could give you the entire universe but it wouldn’t matter — I’d just be giving you yourself.

I love you so much; my feelings will never fade, even when every last star in the galaxy fades — my love for you will remain.

The only thing is, no matter how grand and beautiful of a galaxy you are in my eyes — I’m nothing more than a single star in yours.

I still love you though, how could I not?

The whole **** universe conspired to help me find you, and I refuse to lose you.

Old friend, we lost it all!
We went our separate ways
While rain pummeled the rooftop
and mellow autumn wind caressed a poppy's cheek.
We drove home together, but felt far apart.
As if we never knew each other..
And the bond between us severed
As the lumberjack uproots a tree,
Merciless and mandatory!
Old friend,
Although I still hear the rustling of paper from your chamber,
Your heartbeat seems to have stopped
And your congealed blood reeks of hostility.
I sit here, hiding my head in my bony hands
Which you would hold as we fell asleep.
We were children at the time
innocent and whimsical.
We were captives of our own little kingdom
Funny how our fortress tumbled down
and we chained ourselves to the ruins that remained..
This is not how our stroy should have gone.
Tell me if there's anything I can do other than cry, miss those days
or pour my heart into a poem you'll never read...

At 4:40 am I sat alone in my bed
and embraced the thought of you
that rapped me gently across the knuckles
The night seemed distant now
and the dawn took years to arrive
The dawn of a new gloom
The dawn of my end
The black hand of sorrow
That pulled me out of each dream I made
to keep even the faintest smell of you alive
You weren't there to hold my hand
or to be sorry.
At 4:40 am I thought of you much
and the front wall swallowed my sobs
love was the last item on my shelf
It was coagulated and nasty now
I picked it up and placed it by the door
Perhaps the approaching sun could burn away
all the impurity, injustice and adulteration
of what we held in high esteem
and kept sacred with our illusory reasoning.
the thought of you faltered into a tear
and I knew our story was at an end.

We were standing under the dark skies.
The clouds were crying.
It was raining.

The air was humid.
It brushed off against my pale cheeks.
I couldn’t breathe.

The rain didn’t stop, but my Sun was standing beside me.
He was calm and warm.
His touch was gentle though it burned my racing heartbeat.

Under the glowing moonlight, I knew he shined the brightest.
His stare felt like I could melt in his arms anytime.

He gave me the chance to feel something beautiful for the first time. Something good, something sweet that I couldn’t put into words.

A beautiful memory.
Unspoken.
Untouched.

He wanted to go to the mountains and breathe in peace with a cup of coffee to witness the beautiful sunrise.

She wanted to go far away and drown into the waters for she loved the sea. A place where she can relax and adore the sunset.