Goldenrose

My friend, on New Year’s Eve, learned a new word.

Heaven is a state of mind where all your fantasies are actualized.

At the hurl of a storm, the tree collapses.

Stagnant from then on, broken. Such an easy thing to be.

In the unpredicted wind, it sways

back and forth on its trunk, tendons straining

5 Resolutions for 2025:

Can I tell you something?

I know it’s crazy but it’s nothing like how it is inside my mind.

Can I tell you a secret?

I’ve been falling for a while,

And I’m starting to give up on pretending,

I don’t not like you.