7
At 7, I dreamed of wands and pixie dusts,
of how they make "never will" to must
how grays can turn to absolute yellows
wash the stains of yesterday's sorrows
Now in 7 hours, I must make up my mind
Clean the shelves or bid goodbye
In 7 minutes, I must fall apart
Then glue the pieces, in 7 seconds... Start!
7 meters apart from where I stood
Was a kid in yellow that'd never would
And as I reach his hand, every thing blurs
As he skips seven towards the fence and over
Now it's 7, playing bloodstained film reels
What could've been if the keys were real?
Now, 7 blinks are all I can do,
Let the tears follow 7, when will wishes come true?
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoetryWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
