maybe the t-shirt i wore could've grown a little longer.
the way the plant leave flew could've been bolder.
a swear to the universe of world domination.
captured into a dream never spread upon the imagination.
wrapped up in the soft gloomy threads that only her clothes could provide.
the conspiracy of the depletion of the clouds.
everything to ever walk within the water now totally fallen into the folds and wrinkles of sand.
fallen into and out of the mile long cave.
you're the blue ghost in the corner of a bright room.
the sun-light shines down upon your jaw,
the haunting look of a spirit springs out and jumps me down to my toes.
i've always thought you were beautiful.
beauty truly lies in the eyes of those who have seen the words you've tried to write.
March 14th-15th, 2020
YOU ARE READING
lack of
Poetrysometimes i'm scrambled. (created November 2nd, 2019) (ended July 15th, 2020)
