"unromanticised" poems
with the sword we tore apart,
i carve this message unto you:
brandished bark bears
names etched in time,
our honest tale it shares.
it tells of my meeting you,
brown eager eyed girl,
hair black scarf subdued,
oh precious pearl.
a simple shy hello
and tongue-tied good bye.
so our babbled ballad goes;
a mere shift from high to low.
~ Inori
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 8:27 PM UTC