The Fragile and the Careless
Beautiful yet fragile was his soul
like a nineteen year old masterpiece
that I long to see in my bedroom wall
but I'm careless and I might break him
Dark yet calming was his voice
like an old classic cassette on play
that I don't mind listening to forever
only if I am not just scared to stay
He was loud and silence combined
while I am just chaos in the making
meant to break everything I touch
and I would certainly just break him
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
