And maybe then my pain,
will be turned into victory.
Maybe the blues that once embodied me,
will turn into beautiful
hues of pink.
Maybe,
they will transition into
the most beautiful petals,
falling into place.
Falling into the
most intricate pieces.
I write to flow my mind.
I write to soothe these pieces
that are apart of me.
And so I write,
write to feel,
write to express,
write to escape,
and
write to relieve.
YOU ARE READING
SHITTY LOVE SONNETS / flashpoetry
PoetryIt was only in the chaos, I was able to cultivate my wings and alas, take flight. ------------------------ flash, emotive poetry - words of mine, to all the boys I've loved before, but also to myself. started : summer 2019
