the solemn gloom
of midnight obumbrates
my bedroom.
the power's out,
and all i have is
dim candlelight.
the beginning of something great
drags my hand along the pad of paper
i don't know what i'm writing,
but my hand is inspired,
so i let it do it's thing.
YOU ARE READING
-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
