When you're writing and your heart isn't in it
snapped tendrils become the tethers
as I tried to fly without feathers
gasp of horror becomes the gust
regrets of obsession and damaged dust
I'll mire many, grind them in dirt
the t...
I have no poetry.
let light diffuse onto my hand
there's no freshness to the air
blue swept me in, adorned my skin
light diffused, semi broke the rules
outside seeks, finds me
I have no poetry.
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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