Jun 2018
the ice cube
melting in my tea.
the condensation
dripping down the side
of the cup.
the sun
casts a pink and orange
gradient
against the sky
laying across the land
mimicking me
laying
across my bed.
the sound of my breathing
creeps
under my headphones.
the sun
soon becoming too heavy
to keep itself up
sinks
below my view
as I
sink
into a
deep
sleep.
melting in my tea.
the condensation
dripping down the side
of the cup.
the sun
casts a pink and orange
gradient
against the sky
laying across the land
mimicking me
laying
across my bed.
the sound of my breathing
creeps
under my headphones.
the sun
soon becoming too heavy
to keep itself up
sinks
below my view
as I
sink
into a
deep
sleep.
Another more positive poem. Definitely more relaxed than most of my others. Sorry for posting a bunch of garbage poems, but I haven't post what I've previously worked on in a while
