Lily

She is like a storm
On a vacant beach.
Tossing and turning around herself
Ruining everything in her way.

A mistress of destruction
Beautiful is her face.
The frost after winter,
Before summer comes to play.

Sunken eyes that have cried all night
Glisten in the day
Are they your unwept tears,honey?
For they shine like stars, I say.

The lone moon is a poetry to all
But she cuddles it up
You're alone too, just like me
Come lay in my bed till dawn

If I was to paint her someday
I'd just splatter all colors on the wall
For she's a mess, made of colors
I can't seem to name them all.

If lily was found in some poetry
She probably was the poet's lover,
Cause I can't seem to think of anyone
Who would write like me about her.

Lily is that flower
That blooms unexpectedly in your backyard
You find her giggling in the summer rain.
Waltzing around with her salt air pain.

©_falguni_