Scattered petals of a pale pink rose
Sounds of laughter echoed in these walls,
I wish I was well, for you a poem to compose,
But I sighed at the very idea of your phone calls.
I do long for them like the warmth of the sun
But sometimes I get burnt out from the same,
I know your favourite color and wished I was one
So you can think of me whenever you hear my name.

These scattered petals remind me of the time
When red was the color of our love,
The seasons passed and I fail to rhyme,
These poems no longer feel enough.
But I long for you like the moonlight's gaze
Formed the tides as it longs for the...