A dreamed dimension planet
sweet clouds
jelly moon,
a secret crystal chest
a little shifter of alive power
the allure of an explainable juicy light painted sponge outside, roots shine.
A vision of faces,
of the perfect magic future.
A fallout farewell to of old irl.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Have To Be Perfect.
PoetryJust like how no body owes anybody to be "perfect", this book consists of not "perfect" poetry by me. The poetry in this book will range from poems that I wrote for assignments at school to just poetry that I wanted to write/wrote in my free time.
