Roses and lilacs.
Rusty sheet underneath.
All messy as a dream..
full of subtle yet vibrant shades;
With cursive eager to share the passions gingerly.
Matilda's book of dried beings ;
Yet drought enhanced the beauty with peace.
Cherry turned crimson as beauty deed.
Matilda's efforts to preserve every beauty for years she sees.
The book was nothing but a tale of torments and strengths.
With elegance rare as Middlemist reds.
Every flower it homed had a history of it's existence.
A mixture of her elegant mind and her real state.
She revealed this insanity once and she was found to be insane.
So she never disclosed the tale of her insane tales.
It was all in her young life.
She hopes she's changed but she is still that one.
Now she's is afraid of being deranged as she's frail.
And she never reopens her contrasting tales.
Lost stories of hyacinths and lavenders, now lies on the dusty shelf;
Finding Matilda to hear them again ..
but she's lost in the reality that's delusional dissolving her insanity that was rare.


© lilac_