An explorers heart focused on Saturn's suburb of rings
Your inquisitive pencil touching my skin, locking me in
Drawing me a reeking outline to slither and squeeze inside
I fit the fruity oatmeal raisin recipe as many moons collide
Until my sun showered the clouds away, I seep out
The helmet you gifted me screeched and cracked, as the roots to myself came through
No matter how you despise me, I'll never care for me less
Because my body a elegant gold treasure box--I am my favorite halo'd mess
You've always been one to kick doors shut with a good show
but I've dreamt every evening moon that you were different
Air travel is what I crave, to see the outer space
My foamy consuming ambitions escape your maze
Your outline no longer suffocating me, all of me is set ablaze
~SumBlueSunshine
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Traveling Astronaut
PoetryPoetry I own none of the pictures used, only the poetry. 6/25/2021 #2 in spilled thoughts out of 199 stories 6/27/2021 #2 in thought-provoking out of 2.2k stories
