I'm falling in love with you in this
Blurred blurred world
Pastel houses line the cobbled harbour
White stars freckle a dark night
Fairy lights kiss the boatslip
Your body at my side
Warm against the chill
Fingers large, encasing my own
Everyone waltzing off to sleep
My head slightly fuzzy from laughter
OK - O-K-
and the cider bubbles
Your words
Fog above my head
Slow and trapping
I am falling
Into a peaceful abyss
Biting my lip
Spilling blood
To stop myself committing
By saying
Oh boy
I'm falling
Falling in love with you
In this
Blurred blurred world
- How can you spot a black soul? When it looks so beautifully lit at night.
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Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.
PoetryDarling, to be Perfect Is simply not real. True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form. This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl. By, The Fairy Queen #poetry- 13 #poembook- 2 #spokenword- 1 #10,000 reads 10/01/20
