In a forgotten tongue,
Beseech in evermore valiant:
Enriched in a cradle of marigold,
and the mist of imperfections.
Glitter thy night of wisdom,
And shower of repentance glorified.

Hush, startling hiss-***,
Hurry, yet do not arise:
I shall not be waiting.
Serpent tongue, holds hostage,
And withering, in crescent omniscient,
Bury more than twilight dies.

Speak, gentle summer wind:
It’s touches of despair,
Sink with constellation knees,
And vow to love
As if the moon loved the sun.
Pretty fallen star, the star that holds heaven
Can rest in the dew sunken morning,
With a lopsided smile:
And let be, be.

‪it physically hurts‬
‪feeling the love of your life ‬
‪rattling in your bones ‬
‪yet you don’t even know their name.

perhaps i’ll just long for you, forever,
and perhaps, i’ll die with decaying flowers,
knowing to love me, and to leave me,
must‘ve been only a  moment for you.

i write
to rid
the
echoing
pain of
you——

you’re lying again.
your lips: sin, spill, spit
you’re a child lost
you’re miserable here
you’re untouchable in her grasp.