Where are you escaping? — @belleartmovementBelle ART Movement
by Alina Simu
Climbing on the white stairs of the tower
trying to see any window that’s placed lower,
so he could enter the forbidden place,
but through one he spots his lover’s face.
On the window he places kisses,
in between remembering pieces
of her face and frame,
these stuck will be in his brain,
unfolding late at night
in his dreams he’ll catch a sight
of her smiling and laughing, he makes her feel shy.
He waves her goodbye, he’s no longer a spy.
“But come see me tomorrow, would you?”
Her question paints his heart in blue,
she never got to leave the tower
they protect her like she’s a flower.
But flowers die eventually,
the beautiful ones especially.