Poems here there; poems mostly were

roses were red

Roses are red,
violets are blue:
I may haven't gotten you,
but our love's in my head.

I have been searching long and wide,
the attraction only fogs my feel'.
I say or ask you all to stop,
but rings, they made you want to stay.

The prints in ash,
you burned from me
or didn't – love crash.

Brighter on the island you like,
yet daylight misses hugging the sky.
Blindness overshadowing complete vulnerability
that you
let
me share.

Made. Another;
Ruined. Indefinitely.
At least: forgived.

-8.10.22