von C Visker
Lost in Translation
Lost in translation, for a hearts coercion
seems like a green desert crushed in white lies
cold as snow, words burnt into skin in disguise
just another kind of version
of us loosing, love’s immersion.
Fleeting Beauty
Cut the rose that is to you the most beautiful
Caress it with water and watch it bloom
Mesmerized by the love you’ve given
It does not see the creeping
of time slowly fleeting
to the point it stops living.
Calm Soul
Anger anoints your soul,
push a dagger in who you condole.
© C Visker 2024-06-27