(i didn't have anything today so here's a short poem about my blue iron man pillow)
electric blue
with the lustrous hue,
i could cry
just thinking about you
death is a cousin to your roommate
and when all of it is gone, an empty slate
i pray to go quietly, gently upon your solid state
past midnight, during a morning late
head on the A
and go on my long way
for the red on the printed chest,
is lighter than the one in my head
on an empty bed
draining out all my zeal and zest,
with you i shall eternally rest.
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| 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...
