the green grass covered in the setting dew
birds chirping in the painted sky
i made you a note written in gel pen
telling you i wish you were here
your pretty pink hair against your skin
the eyes made of the loveliest honey
caramel flavoured wonders in our fingers
interlock our hands till the world doesn't spin
the comfort of the creatures
in times of our own eternal bloom
sick with a pension for crying till morning
i missed your skin when you were east
belong to the heart of god
die in your own right to be
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
