datura
you open not to the sun but the moon
her pale light shines upon your petals
illuminating the shadowy colors
the darkness is your comfort
your haven
datura
your presence calms the nerves but you are poisonous
if we get too close, we'd die
datura
your mother watered you too much
your brother plucked too many prickles
datura
so close to being extinct
we race to somehow keep you here
keep your presence alive
we race
datura- we were too late
its hard not to panic when I know I'll lose you before we're twenty
or have I lost you already?
a/n: hey loves, been a bit since I left one of these notes. I just- this poem is just so so true to me. You see I have a friend and they're missing and I- please pray for them, that they are safe, and also pray for me. I've already lost one friend this way and I can't go on anymore if it happens again. Thank you so much -Mable <3
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Poems of the lost
PoesíaHere are some random poems I write when I feel like it. I hope you enjoy. p.s. the cover image isn't mine
