there's something about this evening light;
the soft dusk of a day not yet quite ready to melt into night,
with the sky spilling in between the cracks in my blinds,
a crushed velvet canvas in hues of faded auburn and rose gold.
my heart is trapped between spring and summer;
there's an abyss between them,
like the bottomless gap separating two cliff faces.
i don't know if i want to jump across or fall in.
it's a waiting game;
soon dusk will surrender into twilight
and my heart will awake to the freedom
of a long-awaited future that has finally become the present.
(a/n: the picture attached is one i took on my phone from my parent's bedroom window - it is of the april sky that inspired this poem)
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Small Talk
Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
