i think i'm talking to myself again
but i don't know,
it was where you were.
my reality blends
like paints on a palette,
i thought you were there,
but the daffodils i put in your hair
fell to the ground
like the dominoes you toppled
on your way out the door.
my shadows like to talk to me sometimes,
i always swore it was you
maybe our melodies
ring in our ears or
maybe the sunflower cries
are a reminder of nights
spent alone together
although, i'll forever wonder
did you hear my whispers?
YOU ARE READING
-𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚 iii.
Poetryanother collection of poems from the heart. i hope, with every breath of me, that these inspire you, make you smile, or just make you feel something. thank you for reading. 𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚 𝙢...
