we fall and we crash, down-
into each other.
emotions buried deep, down-
under our skin.
black dots swarmed, corrupting our vision like an illusion.
a glimpse, a spare, it's nothing, but-
a stare.
i'm drown in your eyes.
but i see no hands to help me up.
-gc
[i wish I hadn't let go of my wings]
written in august 29th, 2017
dedicated for august 26th, 2017
YOU ARE READING
august.
Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
