9:32am, the 3rd of August on a Monday
// soundtrack siren: she's a soundtrack siren, trying to juggle a million rhythms stuck in her head. yeah she lures you out into cold of the ocean and if you're not careful you'll catch them when you tread //
// white noise: you make all the white noise seem so crystal clear and your face which is speckled with freckles makes me run with fear. because you've got that smirk and those smitten eyes; one look and i'm petrified. i've got one problem, and i don't want it to be you. //
// coldplay: the stars they remind me of you with the way they shine
can your constellations possibly, one day meet with mine?
with the way that they seem to be able to connect
here's hoping our horoscopes one day align //
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...
