a blanket with no ends or sides
blood so blue, its stains so white
lifeless blinds and frozen wind chimes
I've been caught in these dreamless nights
air so light
but still it's cold inside my mind
midnights forgotten, 11:11 strikes
smiling in my memory, a devil you find
sweat marks on my favourite book
I mix your imprints with mine
I swear if I opened my eyes
then I'm back fallen into lines
pushing us into meanings, identities & scars;
the selfish desires of light
the irony of moonless skies
and dreamless nights
YOU ARE READING
The Language of Rain
Poetry[TW :- CRINGE] Here, burns the bonfire of my heart. this is a random collection of poems and thoughts.
