oatmilk - Hello Poetry

oatmilk

oatmilk

F “My library is an archive of longings.”

love things heart will loves feel time times lies truth eyes hold long smile thought loved thing left hard best thinking day mess felt breath unspoken mind stuck regret tears lose hanging alive fell happy hopes thoughts mine universe keeps untitled white lights lonely sight feeling looked deep leaves surreal eye comfort falling knew painful face open vulnerably soul days life goodbye hurt wait truths sunrise broken dear hole suddenly hand laugh lips poems darkest cry write view hoping catch find dying closed forget understand promises afraid cold hope showing guess places focused sugarcoated thinks courage weightless heavy rare beat live gently apart place define fiber beauty weight certainty owed exist sees helpless black chromatic reality bare straight dream tear west complex drop grudge fine galaxies deeper living sun winked motionless impossible serene deceiving sets supposed free east beating arbitrary watching costless rises disdain floating greatest luck throat bigger waste