THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD

xli - you play music that tastes like cotton candy clouds and chrysanthemums

A/N- conan gray "the other side" references
in this poem <33

[ the girl's pov ]

the wind meets your hair like a lover
weaving through it with threads of
⠀⠀⠀⠀autumn sky and
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mid-november

autumn is the death of summer
for summer loved winter so much
to give up clementine sunsets and
dream scented lavender meadows
for
⠀⠀summer would let
⠀⠀winter kill it slowly

"do you go there often?"

your voice is wavy lines in concrete
molded by rain and bitter sunlight
flecked with gravelandhoney and
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀whispers
⠀⠀⠀⠀of "iloveyougoodbye"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀between the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀lines

[will our lives get better when we
make it to the other s-i-d-e]

maybe in another universe we could
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀be
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀happy
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀in our own wonderland
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀maybe maybe maybe maybe
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀maybe maybe maybe maybe

key: ( ) - unsaid words

"i come three times in a while, (to
cry my soul out to water the trees
and sky and to reminisce
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ reminisce
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ reminisce)
to clean the greenhouse glass
and sit at the piano (remembering
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀everything)"

your empty eyes are stained with
explosions of color that will never
root themselves into your mind
i see a f⠀⠀⠀u⠀⠀⠀r
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀l⠀⠀⠀r⠀⠀⠀y
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of emotions
trying to make it
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to the surface

"to remember the time when we were
y⠀/⠀o⠀/⠀u⠀/⠀n⠀/⠀g
when the world treated us like children"
you say softly

i nod and i look you in the eye and for
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a second
i become part of you
your eyes are
w⠀nd⠀rl⠀nd⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
 o⠀ e⠀ a⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
and i am alice⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
iama1ice⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
iama1ice⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
and i want to drown with you

the greenhouse glass shines like a
lighthouse
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀inthedistance
an epitome of mystery
enshrouded by an ocean of deciduous
and evergreen
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀trees

-[ 🍂 ]-

the piano legs swirled with rusted
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀gold
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀swirls
its sides like bottomless pieces of
s
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀k
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀y
the top covered with tattered green
lace worn and faded from the times
⠀⠀⠀i dipped it into a nearby stream
to get rid of the dust and memories
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it collected

winter jasmine climb up rusted grids
scraping against the glass roof
tired of trying to reach the sky
⠀⠀⠀toofarbeyond
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀theireach
a row of 5 pansy pots line the base
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of the piano
like rainbows kissing ebony darkness

outside, summer continues to die
and autumn fades little by little
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀d
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a
⠀e v e r y

shades of flame coral aureolin
citrus sunshine gold russet ginger
shades of flame as autumn burns
and burns and burnsandburns and
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀b⠀u⠀r⠀n⠀s
burnsssssssssssssss
and when november kisses october
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀good(bad)bye
the flames will retreat into white ashes