A train of thoughts.
Rose.

Here’s my latest one, Tumblr.

Enjoy.

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take this hope and hold it like you would a rose

a stem of thorns, take care on where your fingers close

like stains of red, a love that’s left all petals torn

of prayers spent on fleeting scents and dreams unborn

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to wait the whims, a hundred sins on letters lost

an air bereft of redolently cast-out thoughts

elate a hymn, inhale the din of breaths on pause

ensnare inept words bluntly wept by lines now lost

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(expect the worst, hope for a whisper

“pluck me now or wait ‘til never”)

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rake the winds to catch a whiff of pasts and prose

mistakes once hidden deep in rifts of Lethe’s notes

inspire the wine to bathe the lies of time retold

retire the mind that longed to find delirium’s hold

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to trace the green upon her skin; a flower’s ghost

with hair once seen as leaves dancing on summer shows

when crimson blooms, the bush will swoon to red’s disease

like hearts consumed by seconds strewn without release

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taste this truth as sweet as lips unkissed and bare

of nectars dripping rhapsodic upon nowhere

accept the last saccharine trance to glance her face

the inch, the vast untraced distance of placid days

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define the masquerade of wasting memories

imply the smiles unpaid by stoic revelries

desire a gift, design the grift to steal the grace

thus go and sift through pollen drifts but stay unfazed

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(expect the worst, hope for a whisper

“pluck me now or wait ‘til never”)

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keep paradise until tonight, until dawn

escaping sighs will play the light, languid and wan

as breaths deny the lungs that try to stay alive

shall all these die like seeds untried on soils and mire

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if not for wisps of fading bliss, forlorn the yearns

all but a glimpse of emptiness is what you’ll earn

and evermore drown in euphoric blind repose

so take this hope and hold it like you would a rose

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expect the worst, hope for a whisper

“pluck me now, i’ll wait forever”