10:39am, the 3rd of July on a Friday
// dtr: you didn't even know it
but you had a hold on me
with a jawline more defined
than any of the relationships that i had seen. //
// flower wall: she couldn't seem to drown her white noise,
and it was destroying her innocent soul;
all she wanted was for your gaze to dropand to notice her fragile frame and flower wall.
but you had flown 4,000kms to a placeshe had only been to once
and the white noise was slowly and surelyforbidding her flower wall any sun. //
YOU ARE READING
if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry
Poetrya book of poetry // because if i don't say this i'll explode, there's too much white noise in my head that needs to be transferred to the blank spaces in the sky and the unfulfilled breaths of the air we breathe. 20 year old girl from Melbourn...
