Waves of time tugged the souls where the heavens awaits them, as they sing by the drums and the trumpets of the sea.
But its dreams died in the heavens, along with its leaves perishing by the wild winds, to lay asleep forever.
All night it rained. Saturday morning came, but alarm goes off. Still, I dozed off.
Each month, I wrote a message, not to sugarcoat the bad sides of this relationship but showing the bittersweet reality.
Red roses unfurled bright fires by the footsteps of the dead, embers bleed in candlelight orange as it fades into the night.
Her giggles and her scent are still in his memories, but is he the only one who can't forget?
My fingers wrapped around her thorns, I bleed, but she is dying in my grasp.