Don't you just hate it? When pain, turns poetic. Why does it never stay ugly? Disgusting. Why the depth? I'm a Poet. Because of this, I can never feel pain Without seeing the beauty. I hate it
Apparently it feels like Everything you’ve ever lost Come back to you Craving. Fearing. Wanting Failed attempts at imagining it The struggle between Letting your mind wonder And trying not to lose it
Her voice tastes just like Childhood memories Joyfully lonely Vividly sweet with a sour pinch of grazed knees It burns with flavour And I think I want to love her
It could be the coffee talking ▶️Micheal Kiwanuka X The Final Frame