8:50 pm, Wednesday, 3rd May
One day I'll flee from your prison like arms
and I'll finally find myself.
I'll pick away the thorns
that dig into my palms and
thread petals into my braids
while you will be a thousand miles away
and for once, I won't mind
because I'll be the sole reason for my own happiness.
I'll be.
YOU ARE READING
Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
