Poems from dreamer_of_improbable_dreams
The crimson petals of the past,
remind me of the colour of your lips,
the rain of your weeping.
Never did you listen,
when the angels...
Your light shone but once,
sprouted my rose of ardor,
the rose soon to wilt.
In plentiful bloom,
is our chemical romance,
beautiful yet...
Nightfall is honest,
For when the dawn comes,
the sun awakens,
I too.
The truth dies with rising gold,
a new lie spun for all's eyes.
A fork parting the road,
Forever veiled in mist.
Offered two roses, of ravens
Of angels.
For which to reign in light,
Or shadow.
...
This is an image of my past as you can see.
I'm not the entire focus.
I'm one of many people.
Taken years ago,
you look upon it and...