Like the smoke in your anger,
a facade of mist blankets
my town like a love.
I curl up like a fist
in the corner of this day,
wishing you'd come, stay my way.
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PERCHED PARCHED BUTTERFLY
PoetryYour voice is the paint I take to the sky, splattering it all over, so they can all know you're nigh.
A Demon Day
Like the smoke in your anger,
a facade of mist blankets
my town like a love.
I curl up like a fist
in the corner of this day,
wishing you'd come, stay my way.
