Jasmine
White
The smell of innocence.
Jasmine white
Pure
An offering for the Lord.
A bunch of Jasmine
For her hair at dusk.
She dances
The world breaker.
Smell of jasmine swirling around her.
She dances all night
Jasmine in her hair.
At dawn she fades.
She fades in to oblivion
Part of the surroundings
Not a part of anyone's landscape of memories and dreams.
Till another dusk.
With Jasmine in her hair.
I love you he said.
She remembers the shadows on her bed
the super moon made.
Marry me he said.
She remembers saying it's not about a signature on a yellowing piece of paper
on a dusty table.
I don't love you anymore he said.
She remembers being numb.
I was afraid to be alone he said.
She remembers
clear as day
how she was epitomized to be the only beauty of his heart.
He walks out.
She walks in
to a shell
with an echo
a nagging echo
every waking hour
haunting her
is that all what she's worth
A gush of testosterone
?
