willow sophie

willow sophie Jul 2019

Stars

My wooden guitar,
it's rather bland,
so I'll paint a picture
of the stars.

willow sophie Jul 2019

Aroma

The air,
it smelled odd.
Like whiskey and copper,
cigarettes and petrichor,
but where do these aromas
come from?

willow sophie Jul 2019

Spider Plant

Once it has lived
a fulfilling life,
the spider plant let's it's children
hang elegant from her arms.
They don't let go,
never,
until someone takes her children
from her.

willow sophie Jul 2019

Clay ***

A cactus sits,
prickly,
in the tattooed
clay ***.

willow sophie Jul 2019

The River

The river lies,
but it is kind.
It will carry you swiftly,
carefully,
peacefully,
before submerging you
into utter chaos.

willow sophie Jul 2019

Liar, Liar

Liar,
Liar,
heart on fire
hanging
from a noose
of wire.

willow sophie Jul 2019

Never Forget!

You said you would never forget me,
but I'll never forget that lie.