we spin on an axis in perfect complexion
the marigolds grow upon the primrose
i succumb beneath the weight of this thought
perfect people in their morning glory
melting palms upon marbled arches
connecting prophetic visions on your head
listen to the birds in the open sky
they cry for you
you make the moon become less beautiful
tearing at the constellations
there are billions of stars in the sky
but my favourite light is the one in your eyes
entirely it came down with your beauty
vibrant death of doubt
you are the peace of mind with the storm
i'll find you in sunsets
the sweet disposition of the barbed wire
cut from the cloth of the lamb
my last day in this forest
will be the first time you cry
i will come to conclusions in your heart
the spark will fly into the spirit
you will be forever with me
if love dies, i am no longer here
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
