Rotten smells the sunlight
By day I yearn for the night
When I stop decaying, deforming.
So vibrant my dream
It's a rainbow I leave
Behind on my pillow every morning.
Long for lost warmth
I found in your arms
You were my roof when it was pouring.
And my heart's mirror
My sisterly giver
Of lively art and comfort and loving.
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
