I am the Leaf

The rose rests upon the stone.

Its softness seeps through the hard surface,

Its color branches out into the dull background,

Its boundaries recede as it hoists the flagrant leaves, which cut though what you thought was imperishable.

The rose is not my only being.

It is my Trojan Horse.

For I am that leaf that can destroy you.

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The Wandering Eye

The wandering eye

Met with my

Disguise.

And recognized me at once.

The wandering eye

Was exceedingly shy

Of my

Reality

Would it fall in love with me hence?

But alas,

The wandering eye

Was disgusted by

This lie

That I

Devised

To mask the beauty that made it shy.

I loved the wandering eye,

But alas,

I

Was too perfect, or too flawed

To try

And make it stop

From wandering by..