Sad Songs
By Ezer Agyin (AI-assisted artwork created with Microsoft Copilot, based on an artwork used with the subject’s permission.)
A black rose sprouts on my porch
I found it on a Wednesday morning just around sunrise
But it blooms to sad songs
It has a quiet to it
A breeze of simplicity
A stillness almost paralyzing
A gaze swinging between shyness and confidence
A touch so soft I fear my grip might break it
Yet it grows on me so strong
Its thorns pricked me to a blood oath
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I want it
I crave it
My desire burns to hold it
Even to kiss it
But I’ll bleed every vein in my body if I hold it
I fear not for me – I know pain
But for her
That its softness will char under my burning passion
That I’ll break its fragility
That my porch becomes ordinary again
That my Wednesday morning turns regular again
That I’ll lose what I never had in my possession
I wish I were a sad song
