𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.
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the old gods are alive,
i see them in your eyes
when you're staring at the sky
and whispering little lies
feed me pomegranate seeds
like they're made of love
and let me get too close to the sun
—melt the wax right off my bones,
and never let me go
your smile drips honey sweet,
your voice as loud as my heartbeat
and i feel like
i've seen this all before
staring at the sky from the ocean floor
hold my hand
and don't look back
i miss you, i miss you
i miss you
i whisper in the dark
but you're much too far away
and i'm already gone
sing to me
when i'm too tired to sleep
and tell me you'll always love me
and i'll tell you i'm in too deep
the old gods are alive
they sing to me all the time
YOU ARE READING
impermanence
Poetry[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
