Not Nearly
i lay in bed thinking what it would have been like if i hadn't met you
the wind wouldn't blow gently on my face making me think the sky is purposefully
calling out to me
the fire wouldn't flicker and spark as if trying
to light a
flame in me
not nearly
as beautiful
the earth wouldn't cradle me in its soft embrace like it’s trying to
protect me from the broken world we've made
the sea wouldn't turn in on itself thrashing wildly as it hits the jagged cliffs it so badly wishes to climb
as if to make me
feel the same
not nearly
as terrifying
ESTÁS LEYENDO
things i can't articulate
Poesíahere is a book of poetry i've written, most of it feelings and moments i find hard to describe how i feel about! ranging from long to short, i hope you enjoy :)
