Lily Keenan

Words Of Roses

Your blooming lips speak words of roses
Your thoughts blossom as the thickest of bouqets
I breathe your garden in the heaviest of doses
For I fear the scent soon will fade

My fingers resemble the sharpest of stems
I had whipped them but while and true
The thorns tore at my eyelids, my skins
Your blossoming kiss mending the wounds

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