from august.
Pull me apart at the seams
Leave me alone with my foolish dreams
Undo my threads, leave me for dead
Destroy the life I have led
Reduce me to fragments of candlelight
Colour me blue and turn me to night
Stab me with stars, watch from afar
And like twilight flowers a moon shall grow
And with my countless ink arms I shall know
The secrets of the earth I surround
My silver light brushing the ground
My darkness serene and all around
A silent bystander with a million silver eyes
Scintillating gloriously in a profound blue sky
YOU ARE READING
verbomaniac (poetry + short stories)
Poetryverbomaniac noun | someone afflicted with verbomania, a mania for words ; an excessive use of or obsession with words | • this book is a collection of my poetry, short stories and more! i love words and i hope this serves as not only enjoyment for...
