How I look unto you,
Fallen prince,
With a heart swollen with adoration.
I seek your gaze,
How might you look to me?
Will you hate me?
Will you mourn me?
Will you adore me?
I'm so viciously curious.
Your pride enthralls me.
Your will consumes me.
Your resentment
Your history,
I adore it.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
