YOU ARE READING

Non-Fiction

A book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?

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by RedBirdWrites

by RedBirdWrites

Canary,

my soul is found

sugar-stained by you,

by your now-melting kaleidoscopic eyes.

I sip you in.

I feel you, satin and soft

as the rain dripping from

a goddess' lashes.

I wish I could watercolor

your vision, enlightening

that beautiful darkness within you,

so you can finally

see it all for yourself,

Canary.

I feel the dragonflies' peace hived

within your hair.

I watch you sigh as angels

sigh -

Canary,

will you always come chasing

after me, even in times where

I may forget to remember?