Lay your head against my solid chest and count the timely rhythm of my heart throbbing. Close your eyes and breathe in the redolence of my cologne. Your heart ricochets off the chest it resides in and butterflies flitter-flutter near your midriff as I place my hand in the small of your back. Weep. Your tears will stain me as they run dry, and I will always remember how fragile you are to shed such delicate dew droplets of life. Ashamed of your yesteryears, uncontrollable, yet you draw. Silver turns red, red turns pink, and pink to purple when chilled. Then, a shadow it materializes. Magic in purest form, only to be seen when one regards its sight of peculiarity. Reminding you, reminding me, of how strong you truly are. While time withdrawals its reversal, rejoice your former years.
And the Beauty that Blossomed in the course of Heartache:
YOU.
A/N: Hey guys, I know this one isn't a poem, but it is really short and one of my best works so far (I think)!!! Please remember to vote if you like my poems! I don't know what to call this short yet, so I am open to any ideas! Hope you all have had or are having a beautiful day!!!
~RedwolfDee
