They told me that my love for you was wrong—
that my feelings for you were like pebbles
waiting to be washed out by the azure tides.
But tell me
if my love for you was not meant to be
then why do the salty tears of the cerulean sky
that could wash out all the foul odours
roaming around the heavy traffic of the atmosphere
chose to keep my love for you?
No, they were wrong
my love for you was like petrichor—
the pleasant earthy scent
lingering in the air
after heavy thunderstorms.
They said that it was evanescent;
that it would one day fade away
but what they didn't realise
was that it would only die
if the rain died too.
— and the rain never dies.
DU LIEST GERADE
honeysuckle evenings.
Poesiea short collection of scattered imagination verbalised into words. a love story in different parts. ©️ all poems belong to me. - cover: honeysuckle illustration from vectorstock - i do not own any of the pictures in this book. HIGHEST RANKS ...
