A panicking willow I become,
like you are the mumbling grey sky over me.
Neon red shattered on my cheeks
as your hand touched mine.
The bleeding heart and the rusty quill of this poet,
now yours to yield.
Under a fluorescent moon we lay
drowned in uncertainty
still, only our proximity mattered anymore.
Like an age old tale, i crumble.
Like near a scorching sun, i melt.
All my unsaid words
waiting and
waiting and
waiting... for some backbone.
In the landscape of your reassurances,
i lay silent.
Being swept away to you by the same wind again and again
Breath in an uproar, almost like a cry for help, that's
lost in translation
i hope he knows how his proximity heals me
how his warmth is the cardigan for my cold heart and
how it feels like somewhere between the clouds and the heaven.
I hope he reads this coward's mind,
before the words betray her.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 1:17 PM UTC
A panicking willow I become,
like you are the mumbling grey sky over me.
Neon red shattered on my cheeks
as your hand touched mine.
The bleeding heart and the rusty quill of this poet,
now yours to yield.
Under a fluorescent moon we lay
drowned in uncertainty
still, only our proximity mattered anymore.
Like an age old tale, i crumble.
Like near a scorching sun, i melt.
All my unsaid words
waiting and
waiting and
waiting... for some backbone.
In the landscape of your reassurances,
i lay silent.
Being swept away to you by the same wind again and again
Breath in an uproar, almost like a cry for help, that's
lost in translation
i hope he knows how his proximity heals me
how his warmth is the cardigan for my cold heart and
how it feels like somewhere between the clouds and the heaven.
I hope he reads this coward's mind,
before the words betray her.
