novel grove
If you could see the power that you hold,
Like a vile venom in a withered Rose,
We, indeed, shared the fate you had foretold;
Now you can say, 'Told you so,' I suppose.
It is hard to say who was wrong or right,
Or perhaps our timing was a bit off;
Even though you tempt promises of light,
Those around you are nothing but a scoff.
While I am not the one to be the judge,
I question the point of those black petals:
How could one know that even a small nudge
Would thorn us into such throbbing perils?
I now smell the true value of your scent,
But some mistakes one can only lament.
- @novel grove
rare oriole
faint swan