This tale never seems to end,
As some may find this to be true from the as well,
But one always changes while the other always stays the same.
A visual,
If you will,
A lovely Rose of pink this time,
Deep in color,
Almost to the color of red.
It's sweet,
Caring with a personality I had never quite stumbled upon,
Different and quiet,
I held this flower so tenderly.
Ah but the character who never falters in these stories returns to the stage,
Vibrant in color,
Only this time a beautiful violet,
A color of which I had never seen it.
Not the vibrant blue I remember it being once long ago,
Or the brilliant red,
From a fantasy so long ago,
But a mix of the two,
And more real than previous times.
The two dance around me in ways I cannot speak of,
One captured my heart so long ago,
While the other so recent.
How can I trust one who has hurt me before?
A new beginning or shifted ending?
Answers of which I have nothing to give.
Author's Note:
This was a while ago, but catching but more present days. TO THE NEXT ONE!!!! (these are weird to write when not in that particular moment, by the way...)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Burning Love
PoesíaSo this always growing collection of poems is about how love can be one of the most complex emotions to understand, and how it can affect people (mostly me though). In these little blips of writing I share vague but personal feelings and experiences...
