Poetry – Page 86

Ombre Hair

A black and white room
Classical glam with a twist
Envious longing
Colours of your ombre hair
Mix with your blood on the floor

Fallen leaves gathered
We decorate our clothing
Wearing the season

A slice of your love
served on German porcelain
eaten like the French

I bid you Adieu
See you when the sunset ends
Speaking to the stars

A Forest Spirit
Softly moving through the snow
No words left to say

Run Away with me
Dance on a cloud, touch the stars
On the moon, we sit

I feel the winds of the cold sea.
They blow through me, and I feel free.

I feel the waves crash over me.
They move me down, and I can’t see.

I feel the love you have for me.
Your love changed me, so I am free.

I feel the life you lived with me.
Your love lives on just like the sea.

Let’s burn a candle as we read
to feel like we’re in another time.

You brought the chips and dips;
I gather the books, paper, and pens.

Together we sit lost in imagination
as we dream within the candlelight.

I never knew you liked to draw,
and you never knew I adore poetry.

Nothing left to lose,
except for memories of
love and Petrichor.

Spring has come to your heart, yet I sit here in my Winter world wondering what you’re doing with all of those so-called “friends“.

I love you, yet you are like a Hydrangea in bloom. Your love will last from early spring until late Autumn, yet it never sustains the Winter.