i met you on one of the boiling mornings,
you, the new canine in our old pack
welcomed to ten thousand warnings
so you head straight to the back
raven hair relaxed 'till the edge of your skirt
like the rich french tassels,
each part of you feels as if i were born into sand and dirt
for all the rulers of castles
unleash my madness crafted into summer waves
when i wrote you down,
i learned
that paper could never hold a poem
who made such sounds,
slithering and poisoning hymns for the hims,
and sticking them in loops, every fall the same round
so i yearned,
for any insight on the motion of words inside a library of art's art,
and in two years
all i've earned,
is a part
so mere
that even those farm animals know better
i have the disdain of lousy trolley wheels
in the flesh
but you, in nothing but another black dress
swipe us all off our heels
i've been exiled,
and you're defined
as the one with the crown,
i always know ways to wipe elegant frowns
somehow like the petals stitched
downhill the tower that stands tall,
noticing i discovered the piece some would call
a face
but i have never brushed,
paint so delicate
for i only paint with scratched blood and dust — that is mine
ever since i discovered, the lavish paint never misses to deviate
and drag my hand into tougher, suffer lines
YOU ARE READING
| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
