The moon song by beabadoobee & Oscar Lang plays on in this one.
Sky blue dreams
Ice cold water
The dead of night
Warmth seeking hands
Under layers of blankets
Moving again and again
Trying to find comfort
In its never ending depths
Loosely tied hair
Held back by a band
Strands widely sprayed
Across your clay pillow
A thousand little thoughts
Buzzing around your head
Hands tightly gripping
A listless duvet
Under a spotlight
Darkness grows
Taking hostage
Of your beautiful mind
A carved out space
Made solely for you
A blind spot
In its ever increasing rage
But you take cover
Under your clay pillow
Unprecedented thoughts
Flood your mind
Watchless eyes
Gazing forward
Screenplays take place
Your character misinformed
Of the ongoings
In this corrupted event
But still
You take cover
Misguided by your clay pillow
A hard sentence
Breaking you
Inside out
Unprotected from this cold
Seeping into your bones
And stealing your warmth
Taking your happiness
Moulding it anew
Those interesting silences
In the dead of night
Stretches onwards
To those who enjoy
The nerves of the anxious
So you hide
Behind a clay pillow
It seals you away
In the unnatural thoughts
And the prejudice world
Hiding behind a sweet face
You watch as your friend
Call you names
Under the influence
Of this dark dark moon
It kidnaps your innocence
In those weak moments
Shrouded by the dead of night
Under clay pillows
Anyone else find them-self unable to sleep sometimes?
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryInspired by music, no specific genre The cover is so bad, ew Imaginative Poetry - I try to paint a picture most times. Poems for life, poems by life, poems inspired by feelings that life has imparted on me. Probably spelling errors as I write them a...
