I paint your eyes in blue
electric sadness
But your lips smile on the canvas
Because my love
does too.
Most days she sits by the window and
smiles at july droplets racing down
againsts the mistames
Nights are spent grooming the scarf
you left behind last month you knocked on my door almost cracking your knuckles. i lied.
It wasn't in my drawer.
But it was the truth too.
I shred it into million different threads
and
threw it to the clouds.
- the earth smells like you.
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Rhyming Resurrections - a teenager's thoughts
PoezieJust random blurbs of writing on love, mental health and more <3 // Don't copy my work. Its my own and not copied.