#rose

Because my friend, it’s rare.

As the stars hit the sky,
I find myself memorizing every sound of each bypassing car corner the street I reside on,
I also go out to look around to see any part of you in the miscellaneous crowds.
Why did you leave me alone like this?
What did I do so wrong to deserve this?
Are you feeling the same hurt I disguised myself in?
Where tears merely are an essence of the beautiful scent your surmounted in?
And as I touch my nose to see if my senses are indeed working, I can’t help but to wonder,
Why didn’t we foster that perfect rose?
To be picked out so badly out of the millions,
And escape in our world to freely run with each other.
As souls touched, just like ours clung to,
I wonder how us humans can ignore such a feeling.
That is what make us fools.
And as I grow older and wiser,
I now know to warmly welcome the likes of beautiful people like you.
Because my friend, it’s rare.