NECTAR

A Boy With Roses

Your love is real good like ice cold wind                                                                        

A gold song blaring on the radio                                                                                                        

Even when I'm indecisive, I think of your love                                                                            

And I know your arms are an open door 

 

Waves flowing like magic glittering in the veins                                                                    

We harden like candle wax, but underneath our armour                                                        

We are soft like rose petals                                                                                        

Saying each other's name in thunder

 

Drowning in the blinding lights of ecstasy                                                                    

I've made a haven out of my thoughts                                                                            

Skin-deep like the fury of a permanent winter                                                          

Burning like the fuels we expel                                                                                

Searching for dreams in the smoke of tundra                                                                      

We flip coins and go all the way                                                                                    

But are we really true when we don't remember                                                                  

How it feels to be rogue, just trying to make it through the day?                                  

How are we supposed to know                                                                                  

You're a magnet alluding to switching bravados                                                                          

A butterfly tattoo in a quiet room                                                                                            

I feel that sinking feeling                                                                                                  

The immense pretence, we are fine in mirrors                                                    

Endlessly devoted 

 

We are songbirds in glass bottles                                                                                  

We are songbirds in poems. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2021 20:22
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  • Caring dove

    Truly beautiful words … Jordan 🙂

    I really like your poem .,, lovely feel to your words

    • A Boy With Roses

      Thank you, Yellowrose. You're so kind to me!



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