Months and months you're still a ghost,
Close, but always out of reach.
Eyes like a bottomless ocean,
Stripped of any emotion.
You keep yourself locked up,
Like a bird in a cage.
Boxing in everything, to the brink of overflowing.
You think you're an aspersion to life.
You're a broken Seraph,
Let me fix your insecurity,
Just step into these opened arms of mine.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
