stardust collecting on her eyelashes
a harmony of winds twirling through her hair
a smile made of each daisy blooming on a june day
pearlescent tears struggling to stay afloat in the corners of her eyes
fragile broken words spilling from her lips
each sentence a clutter of golden autumn leaves
the reckless uncontrollable energy that thrived within her
diminished like the light of the sun in an eclipse
if our souls are truly made of stardust
hers and mine are a shattering supernova
in an endless sea of velvet and pearls
*pov you're me watching as the poem i wrote for my friend starts to sound more and more like a love poem
YOU ARE READING
𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔰
Poetry𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 just a collection of my terrible poems because yes I'm going to torture you like that :))) also there's a lot of death and ghost im...
