Tint of the Rose // Beth Morley

The hue of pink
a delightful illusion,
reality and hope on the brink
my mind a confusion.

The petals are misleading
far from me reaching,
the happiness I’m feeding
from the illusion it’s breaching.

Stem twisted and tangled
far away yet clear in my mind,
nothing but this rose, not yet mangled,
is the only thing I want to find.

Waiting but searching still,
with the optimistic sight,
that comforts and thrills
my downhearted might.

Ignorant of the now, the present, the living
that you need to take as a virtue,
‘It’s expected of the future for giving
better things’, gloats the pinkish hue.


Beth Morley

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The First of Four Years // Beth Morley

9 months completed. I’ve already debated multiple times whether to actually post this because not a lot of people know about how I felt about my first year but I think it’ll be interesting for me to look back on in the future and it’ll be a positive message (trust me on this!) for those about to move away from home/start uni. Continue reading The First of Four Years // Beth Morley