Prena Poetry

i will bring sunflowers at your door and greet you with a kiss.

i will take you to the places we dreamt at 6, on the bus ride you will ask me to switch seats so you can view the city lights—i will agree, so i can watch you till you fall asleep on my shoulder.

then just after the world steps into the night, we will lay under the sky as i touch the stars with your hand in other.

there i will bring my father’s old guitar to sing our song beneath the cloudless moon

and fill your dark hair with daisies. i’d bring you daises for the rest of myself even if it be the only flowers that blooms on the womb of Tartarus.

so we’ll get married in spring.

and celebrate your birthday in june then mine on august.

we’ll built our castle brick by brick

where our children will play; we will call it home and paint it blue, your favourite shade. as when we grow old and when our eyes change theirs colour, i will still love your eyes and kiss them goodnight.

i will take you in my arms and show you the stars aligned in your name.

we’ll hold our hands, when you walk in the garden and smell those white roses planted a year ago.

i would still fall for that smile.
knowing how forever feels like when i stand there and breathe beside you.

and even so when death do us apart i’ll be there to leave flowers

at your stone .