"happy national coming out day."
the words were dancing
as if the tip of my tongue
was their stage,
but the curtains never lifted,
the performance never seen,
never applauded.
they'll never know,
you'll never know,
of how the rainbow's hues
trailed behind like the flow of the river's gentle stream
and burst with liveliness
like the night sky on new year's eve
with every leap,
every twirl,
every step.• • •
stress and procrastination:
a tightly knit pair
whose goals are to be
the death of me.
ESTÁ A LER
to you
Poesiato you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...