TheSilentPoet

The delicate pink rose in my hand has 12 petals spiraling inwardsHe loves meA thorn pricks my finger and blood starts to well up. 11 petals spiraling inwardsHe loves me notA scarlet drop falls to the ground without a sound.

Oh don't you love it when you get mad,
But you suppress your anger,
Move along with your day,
But before long,
Your thoughts are saturated with unhappy thoughts,
As you simply covered the flame of your anger,

Earlier this evening,
I saw cotton candy clouds drift by,
Making their way across a taffy sky,
Twisting and swirling like lollipops,
Practically bouncing off the rooftops.

And as I gazed upward,

Do you ever get the feeling,
That 1:45 might've been waiting for you?
In the stillness of the night
Its a beautiful thing,
Knowing that you're the last living thing awake in your house
Music blasting,
Knowing

My favorite color
Is Purple
As a lilac
As deep as an ocean
With smatterings of black
As full as the universe
As fear inducing as nightmares
And swirls of red 
Bright as the sun
All consuming as Murderous intent

Side by side with me
On a blanket beneath the stars
No moon around so they glow brighter than before
I miss our midnight chats
Our lively banter
Our minds connected 
But separated
By this small black rectangle