He hands me a beautiful assortment of all my favourite flowers, held tightly together with a thin white string. lilies, roses, daisies, I wrapped both my hands around it as I held my breath, worried a slight whisper would blow the delicate petals away. Sharp thorns prickled my skin as I clenched the stems, blood slowly trickling down my palms, the pain stumped by the euphoria that pulses through my veins. The bright array of colours radiates before me, the fresh fragrances tickling my nose, I swear I can feel it stirring every cell down to my toes.
Thank you Raine! It's such an old poem of mine that I held back on sharing because I didn't feel it was strong enough - but that line is one of my favourites, so I'm pleased to hear someone else likes it too :)
That last line, 'your shadow etched into the sidewalk' is just....perfection.
Thank you Raine! It's such an old poem of mine that I held back on sharing because I didn't feel it was strong enough - but that line is one of my favourites, so I'm pleased to hear someone else likes it too :)
this is beautifully written <3