lily montes

(8/16/1999 / bellflower)

underneath the china blossom tree


i wait
a mindless fog
i hear tears hit the water
a tear of an angel
i sit under the china blossom tree
waiting
the rosy pink petals hit my skin like love at first sight
it's gentle and smooth
but it could knock you down
if you really cared
i wait
i don't know what to expect
i only see fog
rain, so many broken herts
enough hatred cn become monsoon
i run
away from my feelings, love, sadness, nd confusion
but a light shines
pulling me from the fog of sadness
my hert beats in rythm with my footsteps
i find another heart detatched from its love
we combine and never depart
waiting under the china blossom tree
no longer alone

Submitted: Saturday, October 13, 2012
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