tell me,
what is it like
to see my face everyday?
to watch my features distort
with every emotion,
to watch my eyebrows swim
like snakes,
to watch me laugh
and see my eyes light up like bulbs,
to witness me lost in thought
and staring into empty space,
to watch me blush,
roses unfolding across my cheeks?
the glass in front of me
isn't enough
so, please tell me
because the cat of curiosity
is winding through my legs
and her golden fur
is tickling my skin.
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
