My rose for you is deep as the morning dew
But with each everlasting petal that drops
I afraid all my joy turns to dust and appears into a blue
Endless cycle of grief
And now my love has become a thief
It is my heart that been stolen
in such an despairing black box of locks
And now in your hair it is that shining to me in the golden
Sun of the setting eve
But I am just as broken
Sitting here as still just spinning a weave
Hoping
For another excuse for me to go to you
Oh I love you more than the setting sun
And birds as graceful as the sea
Oh how you always look so stun
As graceful and free
Like an evermore tree
I take you open arms
Running to you forever
And in petals for you, my rose thy such charms
May this love last ever...
More.
The poem is about someone who loves another and does everything for them finding excuses to be with them and if they ever apart the narrator would take them open arms.
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The crimson radiation strikes down into the sea
Where below of beautiful lilies and the magnificent
Mermaids
Of you and me
So here I am sitting alone, thinking
Will there ever be a time for you in this sea of infinite
that your two eyes of the pacifican would be free
From all of your troubles and worries, belonging to me
But I am still alone, not saying anything and only blinking
I want to tell you the truth
Though I afraid my heart
Won't handle it and fall apart
In this big endless process
My feelings and contradicting actions are a complete mess
I just want you to come to me
I just want you kiss me, don't you see
And start a life out in the endless sea
But it is way too late
I am just a clam
Not doing a thing about that fate
Living never existing dreaming fantasy
I should face reality
I should just ignore everything
Until someone proves me otherwise for anything
More than what I know
Cuz all we be are just two friends
And that what you always show
What I said in the end...
The poem is about two friends and one loves the other, and is always wondering if there will be a time where they would ever be together. But they never say anything and fear their heart won't be able to say anything and they might not feel the same way again. They always do things that say the opposite of what they feel and they wish their friend would make the first move. Then they finally decide they should stop dreaming a fantasy and actually face the facts that their friend only thinks of them as a really close friend to tell them everything. And the narrator is okay with that. Since the narrator's friend is happy then they are also happy and is okay being friends as long as they are close.
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PoetryA book of poetry that I write every so often because I think it is fun and I may not want to sing some in the future Poems. I been getting into some hardcore darkish realistic themes of poems... Not for you? That's okay. At least give some of them...
