01.29.18
dedicated to the person who infatuated me
Broken mirrors surround me
Raven-black cats seemed meant to be
A black dog in every corner and turn
A dream of beautiful flowers that seemed to burn
As ominous as it seems
Bad luck unfolding in creases and seams
I am unfortunately unlucky
Hoping you're the one to break me free
YOU ARE READING
sᴇʟғᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ | ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ
Poetryjust poetic rants and love letters slow updates ongoing. mixed literary works
