a crumpled horizon blossoms
as fingertips splay tenderly
across weathered cheeks;
velvet against stone.pouring herself into the sun
as it climbs up the rusted sky,
she envisages the lonesome
mars and is grateful.
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romanticism of monsters
Poetrycareworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautifu...
cogitating dawn
a crumpled horizon blossoms
as fingertips splay tenderly
across weathered cheeks;
velvet against stone.pouring herself into the sun
as it climbs up the rusted sky,
she envisages the lonesome
mars and is grateful.