This word sound so pathetic on Ezha’s native tongue, scattering across like melted good, she sounded like a chirping bird, her smile hazy, a light exploded through her
summer light
entered through
the gazebo’s
ceiling,
coloring your face
with gold.
the beams
made you look
like a statue
carved by mortals
that fell in love
with deities
who promised
to come back
after flowers
bloomed in june.
i’m scared you’ll
break your oath,
i sense she’ll turn
my heart to stone.
A gazebo is an air-house, a castle for the wind to dance in, Sound of Music and rain, a shelter, a grown-up treehouse, the romance of the wild free and the safe home.
They agreed to meet in the gazebo. He sat there, enjoying the view of the late afternoon sunlight through the crown of flowers gracing the top of the structure. But as the sun set, he still sat alone.
This word sound so pathetic on Ezha’s native tongue, scattering across like melted good, she sounded like a chirping bird, her smile hazy, a light exploded through her
summer light
entered through
the gazebo’s
ceiling,
coloring your face
with gold.
the beams
made you look
like a statue
carved by mortals
that fell in love
with deities
who promised
to come back
after flowers
bloomed in june.
i’m scared you’ll
break your oath,
i sense she’ll turn
my heart to stone.
A gazebo is an air-house, a castle for the wind to dance in, Sound of Music and rain, a shelter, a grown-up treehouse, the romance of the wild free and the safe home.
I built a gazebo
For my cat.
Fancy that!
.
It has a sauna
Where she can watch fauna
On the lawn-a
She is an Irish Persian,
A sophisticated person
With a resonant Miaow
Which sets the stars aglow.
She holds deep conversations
About her observations
Concerning this
And also that,
‘Bout mind, reality,
consciousness,
And how to be
A cat.
They agreed to meet in the gazebo. He sat there, enjoying the view of the late afternoon sunlight through the crown of flowers gracing the top of the structure. But as the sun set, he still sat alone.
The Christmas tree is still there lit like December though it’s nearly spring. It punctuates the sunset on my evening walk.
this is like a gazeboo
you buy want you wanted from me
at the end, doesn’t mean nothing for you
i guess you were insecure
i guess i should give more
what can i give?
if u were here just for fun