august
dusty blue sky
like I painted my walls in august
sunset streaks under willow trees
reflect in your black eyes
black meets my blue
the violet petals pressed on night sky
when you look in my eyes
would you swear not to break me?
promise not to hate me?
leave me hanging onto a thread
you have already let go of?
we pull and push
like ocean waves
violent yet peaceful
Copyright © Emily Busemeyer | Year Posted 2024
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