you and i met
at a crossroads between
heartache and hope –
in our monochromatic castle
we had built out of
fear, out of pride.
and then, in a garden
that had been barren
for years,
you planted a rose.
just one.
it bloomed despite
the frost and a rather
unforgiving sky
wearing a
perpetual blanket of clouds.
the red from the petals
somehow made its way
into my cheeks as you
told me stories about
the sun and the moon,
into our lips
colliding like two natural
disasters aching for refuge,
into my thoughts
drenched with rose water. they
have made their way into
my lungs –
i can no longer breathe
without tasting you.
i thought it would end
with red – the colour of passion,
of lust, of longing
i was wrong.
your hands and brown eyes
are laced with gold
and there is blue in your veins
(can i call your veins mine?)
green vines are wrapping
around my heart
and twisting around yours
connecting the two so our
heartbeats align
you exist in shades of bliss,
in shades of love
i wish i could paint you in my memory
so the colours never fade
grey.
it all used to be grey –
mind, body, and soul
nothing would grow
except my loneliness
now, it is not.
it is red, gold, blue
there are fireworks
and though a rose, beautiful
but deadly
is clothed with thorns
and is bound to wilt,
a garden, once barren,
now blooms.
it brings hope
of deep deep crimson nights
of midnight blue lovers
i want the roses to bloom (forever.)
You shurely will
(roses which’ll bloom forever)
if you join me Upstairs:
Heads up, girl:
Take your first finger and
hold it close to your thumb.
The space in between is how
long our lives are; then comes
eternity: Heaven or the Abyss
(yes, dear, Purgatory is true as
the Son Shining upon humanity).
And who decides which realm?
We, ourselves and our eyes.
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I’m a Near Death Experiencer.
GBY
‘If you die
before you die,
when you die,
you will never die’
-Jesus
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Cya soon, miss gorgeous…