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Age of Aquarius

by River Gilliam about a year ago in love poems
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A Poem

Her soul was so fragile

It should’ve been framed


A mosaic

She was ethereal

For blue could never be

Just a color

Without her picturing

Ripples in the ocean

The connotation of the sky

Reflections on the water

Or gazing into a lover’s eyes

Red roses cannot be roses

Without a trail of petals

Leading to the altar

Honeymooning in the beginning

Or bouquets in the trash bin

Washing white bed sheets

Feels like committing a crime

When his essence

And the scent of him

Is still lingering on

Always putting her emotions

Into corners of the Universe

Where they don’t belong

The world was a metaphor

In the sanctuary of her mind

Golden glistening dew drops

Fall from the Sun

Spilling over her

Like honey

She takes the crimson blood

That beats

Through her anxiety ridden heart

And mascara infused tears

And turns it all into ink

The silhouette of her words

Etch into your heart

And stain your mind

With her grace

A celestial being

She was a Goddess

A monument

Of what love should be

love poems

About the author

River Gilliam

My dad always said he knew I was going to be a poet because I was crying before I had even completely left the womb. It’s always been my dream to get published someday.

She/her. Cosmetologist. Writer. Vegan. Dog mom.

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