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her skin is the color of porcelain
pale and unblemished
she is a painter's muse
fashioned by delicate hands
she is an angel, a lovely nymph
venus incarnate, born of love and light
she moves in a silent ballet
with an eternal grace
i yearn to be intertwined with her
mind, body, and soul
i reach out but, alas-
she is ever more distant
for she is worlds away
she sees what i am too blind to see
and understands what i cannot comprehend
she sighs at the world and all its faults
and though i yearn to hold her-
she is crumbling away
fading into nothingness
and then she is gone, like a fleeting dream
her skin is the color of porcelain
pale and unblemished
yet porcelain breaks
and she breaks just as easily
YOU ARE READING
𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖊𝖚𝖗, 𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖘
Poetrypoems and prose by yours truly. may be excruciatingly edgy. will also include darker themes. and yes, the story cover is sappho. (11/11/2023 guys i don't. i don't know anymore.)
