Am I just a glass daughter, friend, whoever. A marroon stained piece of art towering above the brisk and piercing west,
nothing,
yet an illusion and the navy nightfall will suffocate your beautiful perspective.
Or are you looking into the same mirror as I am?
And this mirror is crystal...
Do you see a burning moon,
a delicate soul that shines when you least expect it,
yet you know it’s crumbling away to float into nothingness
Or how about a wilting rose? An alluring body, yet its artistry is fading from crimson to rust... a heavy liability to bare
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
