Nostalgia
I have dried up rose petals from past lovers
In a little jewelry box
The browns and pales long ago were bright colors
But beauty is tied to clocks
And I try to smell the scent of new flowers
But the perfume faded long since
I wish I could reverse the cheating hours
to the time when the frog was a prince
Copyright © Brooklyn Cruz | Year Posted 2017
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