cloudwalker,
can you see her misted face?
a tired artist's brush painted her.
she shall walk as weightless as air,
she shall talk as soft as sleep,
she shall love as certain as death.
tilt your head all the way back,
just to catch a glimpse of her.
she is colder than ice,
she is stronger than water,
she is older than blood.
after enough dew has gathered,
from velvety flower's petals,
she will rain,
cloudwalker.
YOU ARE READING
red-stained fingertips
Poetryprose and poetry and blood and romance. a fucking stupid combination. ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ TW: some poems mention suicide, self-harm, homophobia, and eating disorders started in september of 2021 #4 in poetry 8 . 8 . 23
