7:14pm, the 6th of September on a Sunday
// ironclad: and as i laid there so tranquil and so sweet; scathing by the skin of my teeth you became an unexpected yet endorsed wrinkle in this ironclad pleat. //
// dumbing myself down: they all ask me for advice yet i apply none, it's as if i purposely create an adversity and failure in my life simply so that i can be at your level. //
// celestial: i crave your affection when the sun goes down. i admire your introspection when the sun produces light spectrums as if the earth is being crowned. i wish for your imperfection when the sun hides behind the clouds on an overcast day. but mostly i'm inspired by your complexion when the sun expires every night so that the moon can come to play. //
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...
