Mikkobee - Hello Poetry

Mikkobee

Mikkobee

22/F/Chicago I see value in what you discard, in the broken pices once known as a heart. I see the glimmer in what's thought is dead, reviving the magic that's lost in your head.

cold time dad ago thought heart years life takes moment will grow feeling day hide long forget broken hurt feel worth thing whisper hard magic cloudy abyss full late chemical brain thoughts tired demise night tears heal morning rampage god acquaintance blue steady storm change confused grass eternity stand find lost aimlessly nightmares granted emotions person dream react wind glimmer remember strugglesthe matter keep chirping acquaintances sun met lose blanket loss ceiling hour clutches pronounce guess turning empty healing hear wrapped adjust bay honest moves sheets feels learn easier stay mockingly trigger forgive midst good warning pices shield linger girl warmth hair sluggish courage young darkness dead idea people discard head everyday passed sit slowing love pills days key notion birds turbulence hands hate freedom sleepless appeared reviving acclamations slow mind brewing contemplate happiest conflicting close wrapping watch friends rid distant corner dangles sitting forgotten answer