Her soul was so fragile
It should’ve been framed
Painted
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
About the Creator
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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