Jun 13
Too pure to touch,
Too perverse to honor.
In any case,
Too human to revere.
The ocean's bride
And the meadow's daughter
Uncross their fingers
To show they're sincere.
White rabbit, black rabbit,
Opposed halves of one.
The flouted is sought,
The belovèd, shunned.
The night mourns the light
With funeral tears
Soon after invoking
The death of the sun.
Too perverse to honor.
In any case,
Too human to revere.
The ocean's bride
And the meadow's daughter
Uncross their fingers
To show they're sincere.
White rabbit, black rabbit,
Opposed halves of one.
The flouted is sought,
The belovèd, shunned.
The night mourns the light
With funeral tears
Soon after invoking
The death of the sun.
Jun '25
This one's about identity, people pleasing, double standards, and having zero idea who you want to be or how you should present yourself.
This one's about identity, people pleasing, double standards, and having zero idea who you want to be or how you should present yourself.
