i want to escape to the woods
sparkling with gold-dusted fairies,
be made anew
at every wistful dawn.
dance with the creatures
and pull the sunlight
from in between the branches
to sew together a quilt
of molten magic.
i'll sleep beneath blankets of
velveteen moss and
cotton sheets
stolen from the clouds.
you won't be able to find me
unless i present myself before you
dressed in witchcraft and wild.
love,
mari
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for the tarnished hearts
Poetrypoetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with...
