november 24, 2018 — 12:15 am.
what were you in love with?
was it my words?
oceans wash the night’s array
displayed fragrance of petals washing ashore
quietly; pausing by your feet
stare at them, smile, and feel it against you
is that what you wanted?
was it my actions?
discharged lover walks amongst the streets
a treasure buried deep within their fragile faces
places a guiding hand; follow me
stare at them, smile, and feel your empathy
is that what you wanted?
was it my love?
thick thistles lay waste around the dried grass
fastening tightly to all its got; roses sprout
and they neither leave nor die, simply grows and stays
stare at them, smile, and feel the passion
is that what you wanted?
was it me?
libraries, galleries, and concert venues
aligns caffeine with nicotine and too much care
a robin in the air; the bloom dawns to michael
stare at them, smile, and feel the memorable
is that what you wanted?
or was it the idea of us?
crush; stay up for the sunrise after watching the sunset
hands locked longer than destiny becoming eternity
lips, touches, loves, and roses
— stare at them — stare at them — stare at them —
is that what you wanted?
sitting by sails. 