I'm staring out the windows
Of our reverie
At the misty clear future
I was always never ready for
These floors covered with blankets
These walls filled with carvings, tapestries and our hues
Your soul always ready to envelop me
Will all bleed
The blood reaching for my hands, my eyes
Would I be able to wade past it to you?
Would my hands know how to soothe your wounds old and new?
Would the blood shield your vision?
Or would you see me draped in black cloaks?
Ivy constricting my tongue, my heart, my hands
Would I be able to drain the blood from your eyes?
Will you see my hands and heart are as soft
For you as they ever were?
I wish to leave your shoulders blanketed in faith
Life will move us past our woeful reverie
And we'd be nothing but a silver stitched in our books
Nothing but a miracle
Can save us from the thorns in my heart
Nothing but divinity
Can crack through reality
And write us back in our books
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See-Through
PoetryA collection of my poetries. Some of these would be romantic, others would be about friendship, trauma, childhood trauma, mental illness and more. A lot of the ones I'm gonna post here are already posted on my social media. Follow me on there to re...
