"nerium" poems
Magenta gown - flares in the stream of a August breeze.
Petals aflow in the grove
that looms on the edge of the seas.
Sweet oleander and the starshine of unease.
Nerium spawn - wade in the flames of afterlight.
Leaves aflow in the grove
where bewitching toxins invite
sweet Pythia and the citadel of night.
Still wandering upon pathways of doom
where the laurel of madness is first to bloom.
Magenta gown - stills in the dark of a dawning sun.
Stamens aflow in the grove
as the shadows of memory are overrun.
Sweet island, the sacred threads are undone.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 8:34 PM UTC
Her favorite flower is a sun flower, while mine is nerium oleander
One is with warmth and happiness and longevity, while the other can **** you
Her heart glows brighter then the afternoon sun while Mine is as dark as the night sky
Her soul dances like a burning fire, while mine is sitting in the corner.
Her and I are vastly different but we still seemed to fall for one another
That's until she kept getting upset at the way I was that I didn't talk much or not at all
thrive in conversations while I thrive in solitude
But wait tell you’re standing in front of me all of the darkness seems to fade
My heart calms , you can see the way my smile curls at the ends of my lips just by looking at her I didn't have to wash my hands after she'd hold them
But now I live so far that The only way I can see her is through a screen so far that I can't touch her or kiss her lips
Now she didn’t know what to feel and I press my lips against the one thing that will **** me
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC