Our Eden (In a Fantasy)

Posted by HIBA on 9:39 PM in

In between the chaos of the world,

I walked into this garden.

Amidst flowers that bloomed and butterflies that fluttered,

My withering wilderness found an abode.

An eden you had made,

Your chest, my bed

Your shoulder, my shade

Your words, my root.

And so i grew, so did my wild flowers.

We crept and entangled as one, and so the garden prospered.

Alas satan whispered a song 

And a storm of envy came by.

You were mute and i uprooted.

Left to wither, caressed by your memory.

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