Fine China

I see you.
it is always -always- a pleasure
to see you
my heart aches, my flowers wither
I still see you
and like a fine china
I am not allowed to touch you

May or September
It's time to surrender

Author's Note

Hiii, m baack

Reviews

[Leviari]

very lovely piece. This poem runs very smoothly and you created vivid images.
I like the way you emphasized the word "always".
Thank you for sharing :)

[goldenscar__]

Hello @Leviari,
I'm so happy to know that you liked it..
thank you for reading & welcome