Roses are dead.
Tears are shed.
Face is bleeding red
From the scratches.
Vases are shattered.
Cake is battered.
Dresses are tattered
That shaped like trenches.
Curtains are torn.
Mirrors are broken.
Essence within itself is lost.
The veil is down and the mourning continues,
She cries and no one knows what she spews,
All the feelings of her have been exhausted.
Hearts are even shredded with ferocity,
Blowing away with such velocity.
Even holding her hand will cost you a slice.
Bruises are made,
Though they are grave,
They sell for lies.
Feathers are flying,
Faster than they could even create a landing,
Fault within itself is caused by another but they aren’t told.
Youth is rented,
Time is demented,
However, the only thing remains truthful is the old.
Take this note but never give it to anyone,
Romance is dead but no one ever killed it.
Although…
I still see you.
The mirror is broken but I see your face smiling,
It’s nevertheless a chocolate icing that’s melting.
Your heart remains intact,
Don’t forget our love is a blood pact.
Bruises and cuts are more than just slices made,
They were mistakes that we’re supposed to evade.
Pillow feathers fly but they only fly when we
Hit each other in bed then fall in complete misery-though you’d still hit me.
The curtains and your veil are torn,
Though they only needed to be mourned.
The cake surely is battered but we could see that it made around a mess on some of the plates which,
Surely opens up an opportunity for us to be vultures since we’re hungry and we need to rejuvenate.
Let the rose be dead but the blood on your face be not red,
Let it be the pearl that I caress when you are shedding your tears for us.
The fault that was there make it an illusion,
There was no fight, a bruise didn’t even land.
The scenic romance surely is dead,
Nevertheless, you gave birth to it again.
A rebirth without the roses is okay for surely a rose is a rose but your name is surely enough to create a flower with your name next to it.
A reincarnation…a fallen face with blood, tears, and bruises becomes an effervescent gem that even beauty lays also in the emitting aura.
An awakening of the sun and the moon but the sun fades away for the moon is here to stay.
I quote from the modern poets to tell you that.
The smile in your face was given to you by God. (Coldplay)
Your body is truly a wonderland. (John Mayer)
A beauty like you comes once in a lifetime (Various Artists).
Here I say to you in my truest sense that:
The mirrors in my head reflect not only your face to me when you’re near and far but also they reflect the soul in you that is so original and flawless.
