hot breath stains the nose too clearly
lighting up the room severely
thoughts under a fine looking glass
time time time makes it pass
now a picture waterlogged
all I have is through the fog
eyes wide open like some pop song
an ear out for noises and a bit headstrong.
my legs buttered in sweat, sweet?
is it odd that I miss the long heat
and the buzzing that comes from your toes
should I venture done where nobody knows
a phantom limb coming in for the kill
but the sea's rough waves are suddenly still
the taste to live in my mouth for a while
is one of metal and nervous bile
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Love and Fantasy
Poesipoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
