my head
is up in the stars,
and my soul
is spoiled
in an overgrown garden.
the flowers
and the vines
surround me,
keeping me grounded
to the earth
because my overgrown garden
is afraid
that if she lets me go,
then my head
will go to war
with my soul.
and my overgrown garden
is afraid
that if she tries to defy
the stars,
she will lose.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
my head
is up in the stars,
and my soul
is spoiled
in an overgrown garden.
the flowers
and the vines
surround me,
keeping me grounded
to the earth
because my overgrown garden
is afraid
that if she lets me go,
then my head
will go to war
with my soul.
and my overgrown garden
is afraid
that if she tries to defy
the stars,
she will lose.
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