soft, gentle moss
must have
fallen in love with
golden, translucent amber
to create your eyes
your bones must ache
from carrying the
rivers
and the weight
of their sorrow
your veins must cry
from all the gardens
you've bled on
to keep yourself
inebriated,
impossibly far
from the delicate string
that weaves
cosmic patterns
through your lovely soul
the dancing colors that
live in your
irises
stare at me
tired,
but alive
and
in love
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 5:03 PM UTC
soft, gentle moss
must have
fallen in love with
golden, translucent amber
to create your eyes
your bones must ache
from carrying the
rivers
and the weight
of their sorrow
your veins must cry
from all the gardens
you've bled on
to keep yourself
inebriated,
impossibly far
from the delicate string
that weaves
cosmic patterns
through your lovely soul
the dancing colors that
live in your
irises
stare at me
tired,
but alive
and
in love
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