you will never be forgotten.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.
The straight life is easy
I had a little try
But soon I realised that for me it feels better
To be Bi
Grab a feather
Open your soul.
Grab some paper
Make it your own.
And a small feather
Shall be a brush,
And a small paper
Your poems' canvas.
There's a thin line between obsession and love
Often hard to discern
Obsession sits in the bathroom while you ****
Love shoves a magazine under the door
— The End —