Hide the skins,
My mutual black lake,
YOU?
I came before in the lonely.
After the skins,
You never cried,
ME?
Any sad garden.
Possibly skins about we,
A long, long time ago,
ONLY!
I could be anything...
Disorder in my little boy,
My end, ocean tear,
STILL?
I love you, still!
YOU ARE READING
Building All Emotions
PoetryWhen every emotion can be built and in my thought maybe not as beautiful as the tear of a flower. Poems that talk about love, hurt and all forms of a feeling that still it's empty or emotions covered in a black ocean, deep and ephemeral.
