A Forlorn Rose

by Lightcloaked

Who's not to say that Aki herself would find a flair for expression- mate for the written word. Here she writes a poem, one towards an obvious recepient. What would she first feel about him, if she felt unworthy as of time. Third fanfic, just came as a blur. Hopefully we shall concur. I hate myself for writing rhythmic puns

Forlorn Petals

-Drafting sorrows quenched in turbulence,

Eyes mismatched- quaint and trodden,

Swooning hearts brought to malice,

Roses and thorns- deftly coherent;

-She would have thought of world in ire,

A frontal fray, of bulimic disorder,

Nothing else- fell gluttony and perspire,

Dealt in blood- all but for dire;

-Eyes of blue, azure for the sky,

Blazed with cobalt, a steel betel high,

Mellowing her- with and without frailty,

Arousing her in impassioned flagrancy;

-Dealt no strikes, against the soft petals freer,

Brushed in countenance, so soft and without fear,

Flotsam of lust, brick to castle,

Beg without grace, mayhap to frighten;

-Lost to you- I am for naught but the truth,

Desires drunk in flagons of mood,

Woe to me- heart bringer of passion,

Lost to you- forever thru ashen;

-Steal from me, my purity and chaste,

Forever yours, I am for flesh,

Deep within me- blatant is lust,

Thorns to my rose, sharp yet robust;

-Day without passing- are you not to bring me peace?

Burgeon me with guilt- for what am I beast?

Seek me truer- yet you floss without heed,

Matter it not- my content to your fleet?

-Hope to be- not the gloom of petals' soot,

Nor to send- the triste of magnolia's toot,

Never to die- as last morsel of rue,

Only to be- the damning prick of your loot;

-Be to me, my heart's delight,

Quench my murk, so forlorn and contrite,

Ask me not, of what I desire,

For the truth is just,

Per you not pariah;

For my love for you,

Has naught but yet,

To bloom.

Aki Izayoi