HePo
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Smith
Poems
May 2018
Change
In her youth
The threads she once clung from,
Wore strange and slightly thin.
Ghost-remember-me's! Triangle songs in her head...
And the unlucky dark cloud in the middle.
.....
To grow from coffin ground
Illuminated with frozen trajectories
I see her...
She is so pale and I am fairly smitten by this!
......
Now she resides
In a soft, velvet frame of mind,
Growing through her old memory.
Shaped with moonlight! And in the scent of night flowers...
All moves simple around her.
......
To wade through all of the muck
Fearless with shadow deformities
I see her...
.....She is so real and I am fairly overwhelmed by this!
.......
She stands so tall
In this hole, that's been casted,
But, we are real inside of here!
I feel her when she's so alive!
Said, 'speak so loud'
I see her, her gazes cut through me
......
I've over a hundred thousand narcotics eating at my brain;
But Id only care for this one to stay!
........
And she will,
We nibble and digest-
We like to watch ourselves,
And everything's good!
Here!
Written by
Smith
24/F/Uk
(24/F/Uk)
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
194
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems