tuning base guitars,
slamming electric guitars,
two soft souls sat in a bus stop on a cold, snowy night,
tell the moon all if your secrets,
young danish sweethearts,
disgusting teenage dirtbags in an expensive car at midnight,
fingertips gently playing,
pleasing atmospheres,
long showers at 2 am,
tulips wrap around her sore lungs,
[__] kisses up to you,
reeling through the midnight streets, but [__] arm's on another's waist,
spilling your guts into useless strings,
prancing around - ballroom dancing,
coughing up your lungs, looking for an explanation,
telling the moon all of my secrets,
as a brooklyn baby,
scratches in my pearl lungs,
spamming electric guitars,
Breathing. Breathing. Breathing.
! My poem !
YOU ARE READING
nymphs
Poetry'u told me as u cried- fairytales are just a lie' :: where i share my poems ! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
