~Poetry is hard~
I long for a love
A love filled with waning autumn sun,
Adventures sung in the crinkle of a page turn
I long for
Days of nothing but spontaneity,
Never-before-tried, why-the-hell-nots.
Days of warm showers,
joyful commutes, productive shifts.
I long for
Cotton candy pastels in the sunrise
Grass jewelled with a million dew drops
Wisps of the breeze tangling my hair
I long for
I long for a love
I long for a love
Of self,
Of nature,
Of stars painted
to fight the darkness
surrounding it all
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Title is from Doesn't Remind Me by AudioSlave
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Fleeting Concepts, Strung Together
RandomAttempting to write every day aside from the school work that is overdue and piling up. If I don't work on my main ideas stuff will be written here, plots, poems, shorts, timelines, or just me babbling. This won't be updated every day, most of it wi...
