The tension drips bitter,
onyx black like the coffee
you gaze into whilst you stir it
with loneliness, regret.
You tread the beaten path
in open air as a passer-by
leaves a lingering scent
of the rose water
which would douse my neck.
You reminisce,
clouded by the aroma
only to find your palms unclasped.
I took another path
when you eyes fixated
not on black & white parchment
but the Ebony & Ivory.
You touched thorns
until scarred, lethargic.
But you tasted the honey
that will return you home.
Wow – I love this! Especially those last two lines… beautiful.
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This is gorgeous, I love reading poetry but I’m terrible at writing it myself! I like the layout of it too, it’s very effective.
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Thanks so much. Hope you have a good day/night.
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