you remind me of a rose
beautiful as a well written prose
hidden beneath the bushes of words
trapped in between the play and the pause
screaming the brightest colors
i am overdosed
in search for a home to own
in need of shelter before dawn
you opened your doors
you found me lost between the forest and the shore
in between your body and arms, i found home
closer and closer, deeper into your torns
how i wish i could stay longer
how i wish October can stay forever
but with our little time left to share
and the pain that's growing stronger
harder and harder to bear
"break apart" said the time keeper
back again between the forest and the shore
searching for a rose, behind the bushes and the words
but, maybe i can't be found by a rose
i wasn't meant to be saved by a prose
maybe in between the forest and the shore
i can create a home
through poetry
and poetry alone.