Don’t recite this poem.
If you do,
then expect the falls of rain.
Maybe your heart
will stop that fuming thick black smoke.
Maybe your eyes are meant to
stay within his glabella.
Things might change.
Maybe your heart is tired and not sick.
Reminder.
So don’t recite this poem,
If you’re not ready to fall in love.
If you don’t want the reminder
that love is in the air,
No matter what ship you belong to
It’s encapsulated within the Petrichor
Such a pleasant smell.
I really love this poem. The imagery is lovely. I especially love “No matter what ship you belong to
It’s encapsulated within the Petrichor
Such a pleasant smell.”
Thank you so much dear, I’m thankful ❤️