Green Rose

In green pastures the sight of her is all I want to see.

She is my green rose.

I prick my heart against her thorns

Daggers to tear away the shell I spent so many years building.

I guess gravity isn’t the only thing that makes men fall.

From grace, I pace my race, I never wanted to chase her.

The time spent trying to avoid, it left a void I could not contain.

Three days of sleepless nights while I went missing she dug deep into my mind.

Now I mine around my mind to find the diamonds she stole, lost time.

A gem I was within myself. A Gemini I was beside myself.

Side by side, heart torn, I divide myself.

I never thought I would be so fragile,

Wore my heart on my sleeve with chainmail for briefs,

Now my heart is buried deep every attempt to bring it out it falls a little further.

She is the siren with emerald eyes.

Lips sapphire like jewels on a crown to make the whole world bow.

The green rose plain rare and beautiful.

 

@Sorom_tbte

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