My shitty poetry diary

Antique state of mind

My mind is an antique store
Lined in expensive golds and silvers
My thoughts wrapped up in silky ribbon
with ideas that lay in dainty ring boxes
Cracked vases of emotion
Sterling silver cages of rage and fire
A cherry wood chest of want and desire
Nothing is for sale, but you can always window shop.

I love this one so much.💗😭