• therealballadmonger 22w

    Death of a rose garden

    She hopes for rain
    The fire crosses
    the boundaries of her skin
    She hopes for rhythms
    The heart refuses to fall
    In step with her feet

    He hopes for storm
    The stillness of her hair
    On his chest gets heavier
    He hopes for chaos
    Her silence matching her
    Eyes is deafening

    Eyes wander, heart beat wavers
    Random words fall onto
    The ground, bits of clouds
    Roll down the hills
    As they sit and ponder,
    "Why did the rose garden die?"