Are the liquid crystal balls on my desk okay?
Did they speak of the future that would hold my sorrow like this cold plastic IKEA chair?
My eyes waterlogged, my tongue parched, my gray matter filled with his bare touch.
Did they warn me of his medusa like features? His silky smooth hair that would hypnotize my arms, legs, my entire body but not my eyes?
My legs always quiver at the thought of him.
I guess that meant i'd always be shaky. That i'd never be able to stand properly, that my bones weren't weak enough to let me fall but not strong enough to prompt me up.
This was death's hymn yet no piano played through his veins, no guitar strummed his bones, no drums beat his heart.
It was only the faint sound of my crystal balls as they rolled down my wet cheek and dripped off my chin to the brown wooden table.
It was ironic how a human could feel more agony than the human who suffered.
Even though he hadn't went down or up, I continued to grab more and more Kleenex to wipe my runny crimson nose.
// a/n hey everyone! thanks for reading my first poem. This isn't the first poem i've created, its just the first poem on here. I know this honestly wasn't that good, but I'm trying to get better! Please give me feedback! Don't be afraid to be harsh, I can take it xD Just please don't insult my work and give me no feedback ;-; please vote this if you somewhat enjoyed it, if you don't wanna thats okay too.. :,) ./crying. Oh, also, please please please do not copy this! If you would like this poem to give an example or put in a poetry book just please please ask and give me credit! Usually I will say yes as long as I think its reasonable. P.S. I won't usually put long messages like this but I just wanted to add it this one time, haha. //
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Thơ CaHi Everyone! This is where my poems will be kept, I write LOTS of different types of poems. Most of these poems are inspired after words, songs (usually loft-hip hop), quotes, and phrases. I want to be a writer when i grow up, so here's the start, h...
