i'm a soul of not much, nor too little
i do things and do other things too
i've had cuts through many places
but no blood flows through this hollowness of my life
the simpleness of that movement of tenderness
is what finds the vibrance of all the burning stars
i incite the scenery of specs of everything i wish to lean on
the soul's grasp is an exaggeration of it's deficiencies
a climbing touch of fulness grips my inners
i've looked to directions of all
i see the whirl of my passion walk for me
the direction was sprouting from inside
his eyes twinkled of skies of tundras
i felt the support of my body fall
and yet i'm still with his willows of hands
his arms tangled up on my hips
a fall i take backwards to normality
but what strikes me back is the frills of a lip
a signing of my speciality, my life
YOU ARE READING
under the soft
PoetryThis is going to be my first piece of content I'd like to share so wish me luck! Farfetched as it is, aren't you the most special person there is? Aren't you the person who has to keep living with a little lot of pain every time you keep going? Do y...
