an orchestra of ghosts
jumping from rooftops
a scenery of clouds
from in between your arms
oh the rain droplets
and buzzing streets
street lamps shining
how the star shine bleeds
a cello without strings
curly hair in paintings
wind rolling sky folding
whatever that means?
ghost boy as he sings
my chest tight, stings
the bass enchanting
twirling night wins
hand drawn flowers
the fragrance sticks
windowsill out of sight
the cloud slowly sinks
a/n: had a weird ass dream, this is the product, deal with it lmao
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Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
