Dear ...
Before you
I was just a vessel
Endlessly shape shifting
Searching for what the world wanted
But you came along with the whole
You gotta love yourself language
Something so foreign
But overtime I realised
It really took 17 years
But it was worth it
Your my equal
If was made of a man's rib
Then...
Apart from the constant phrases
That erase the existence of my organs
Your poetic words sweeter than oxygen in me
It ain't n a gift its a weapon
Your GREAT and if you forget
Am here to not only remind you but show
~MIMA'S MIND 🥀
YOU ARE READING
Into The Blur
PoetryThough the light dominates Darkness still lies Within the shadows Looking into my life, experiences and emotions hears a piece of MIMA'S MIND 🥀
