2-6-2020
11.56 pm
a light in a dark room.
a ding in a hallway miles from heaven.
we fall into a dream cased tomb,
but we are still free to leave.
you lighten my load.
i take the bag off your back.
i hear a buzz, but it's not the bees,
a sound comes from the depths;
buzz buzz.
it's a pleasant sound in the wasteland of mind.
i grip to your hand and you grip mine.
buzz buzz.
things don't work the same here,
i should know.
we've been here before.
a light in a dark room.
a kiss that never happened.
long lost feelings still loom,
like a halo above my head.
YOU ARE READING
flower fields
Poetrya poetry collection by me. most of these are written late at night so my deepest apologies if they're bad :)
