My first ever attempt at any form of poetry:
The sky moonless before us
Whispering thoughts filled the air
Unspoken words we hoped to confess
Yet trapped in the mind’s snare
Looking towards one another
Hoping for the rose to bloom
Feelings we decide to smother
The darkness beginning to consume
Light faltering in our hearts
The silence starting to take hold
The rose now withered on the ground
Fool’s gold disguised as love
Neither wanting to be the dove
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