A fall from the tired leaves
They look fresh and green.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more so I cover it with a screen.
A 4 am call and shivering nausea.
Sore fingertips touching the light.
The glistening smile to give me the euphoria
of numb cold bump skin of a forgotten fight.
light and dark. light and dark. light and dark.
Words cross me, and I am not one.
A love that comes in waves and spark.
Then hides far away, hair in a bun.
Again the droplets fall off the leaves.
from the green and yellow and brown.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more, so I cover it with a screen.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC
A fall from the tired leaves
They look fresh and green.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more so I cover it with a screen.
A 4 am call and shivering nausea.
Sore fingertips touching the light.
The glistening smile to give me the euphoria
of numb cold bump skin of a forgotten fight.
light and dark. light and dark. light and dark.
Words cross me, and I am not one.
A love that comes in waves and spark.
Then hides far away, hair in a bun.
Again the droplets fall off the leaves.
from the green and yellow and brown.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more, so I cover it with a screen.
I am not myself anymore. I am what I want to be and I am what I do not want to be. Damaged.
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