Jul 2019
I’m woven in your veins—
tracing circles on your lungs,
draping shameless over your brain.
all through your blood i am strung.
with blood red eyes you met mine,
shone blue from the water and the moon.
mine faded to a deep and dark wine
as we drank on the shore with the loons
tracing circles on your lungs,
draping shameless over your brain.
all through your blood i am strung.
with blood red eyes you met mine,
shone blue from the water and the moon.
mine faded to a deep and dark wine
as we drank on the shore with the loons
again with stream of consciousness,,, also lowkey this is like two different poems but they kinda complemented eachother idk. i like playing with colors
