I gave you all I ever was
but it was I who couldn't see
relationships are meant for those
who bloom petals of love.
How could I be so foolish
to mistake these lacerations
on my feeble fingers
a constant reminder of the lights
that saw both the moon and sun
as dazzling leaves bleeding visions of euphoria.
It was I who mistook her grin
for the sunshine my soul lacked
where my ignorance sang of love
her serrated tongue whispered of clouds
and rainy days
my garden of thoughts
wilting with every word
that took my spirit away.
No comments:
Post a Comment