learning the blues

I plucked one of your roses

needle pricking my skin

crimson just as red as those petals


You told me

It’s not time yet


I wait for spring to come

almost as much as you crave winter


It’s in those moments

that your heart grows warmer

icicles latched to your skin


Covered me with beaded

drops of Neptune


You keep looking for her

how I’m looking for you





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