Lovely, Dead, Things
I dangle nature from my ears,
twist her round, round my finger,
prop her against my collarbone,
such lovely things preserved in resin,
Forget-Me-Nots, little rose buds,
such lovely, dead, things,
I pin you to my heart,
such lovely pictures encased in glass,
secrets, laughs, tears, stories,
such lovely, dead, things.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poesía(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
