the pink in the orange sky
sweet like the earth's milk
brushed together in harmony
smooth as our silk
vibrant were the eyes
not yet dulled from the love
braves faces in a place
where the idea nothing is trust
your ivory skin delicate
painted by hope itself
covered in freckles
kissing peace with velvet lips
if only life could be half as good as you
then maybe i would see
but until you are grey
we are specks in our existence
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
