Thursday, 12 March 2020

Discarded rose


Secrets in the lines
hidden signs, words used to touch the heart that finds
there are many ways to express thoughts that float through your mind
even for tongue-tied folk
they sometimes shout, using words written insted of ones spoke
so maybe if you float around for long enough you will feel goosepimples
words that touch the spine with shivery tingles
like the fingers of a lover tracing hearts on bare skin
an artist applying the paint, to the canvas of beauty therein
let the words flow through
embrace their truth, as they long to hold you
and maybe one day they will show you the stars
as they take on a journey of hearts

Rains flow to help leaves to grow
as the flower opens up
like arms held wide, embrace in a hug
connections we feel, like the touch of grass between toes
all part of a life so quickly disposed

The sight of a bird in flight
twirling through the sky
dancing to a tune, not hiding, nor shy
like holding onto that lovers high
letting lows pass us by

Like a river that flows
fills to the brim
as waters soak the lands below
they search and explore
like a heart feeling loves first delicate touch
it could burst from the downpour

The taste of a thunder filled stormy air
anticipating a roar, he let out a sigh
expecting a flash of light
like the blinding sight of a lover in tears of delight
we held back the storm that night

Like a rose discarded on a station bench
just another reminder of a love gone stagnant
the sort that doesnt invoke magic
its tragic, that such love exists within the static
of electricity sparks shooting through the air
when true love is so rare
  

Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

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