Hey I'm Claire(Nyx). I'm bi. I'm 16 years old. I write poetry for fun here is one of them.
Too Late
The roses bloomed too early this year,
While I was still asleep.
The sun climbed high,
the sky turned clear,
But promises don’t keep.
You said you’d write,
you said you’d call,
I waited by the phone.
The silence grew, the petals fell— I learned to be alone.
I wore your sweater in July,
Though summer kissed my skin.
I told myself a thousand times,
that heartbreak feels like sin.
The clock hands spun,
the tea went cold,
My shadow danced with doubt.
I stitched my heart with threads of gold
And learned to live without.
But still, some nights,
I hum your name Like notes I never played—
A song too soft,
a love too tame,
A bloom that came too late.