Your spirit glows like a star in the unknown.
Personality, shining in the after shadows of the sun. Eyes gleaming like a blue orb inside a solid glass marble. Arms and legs untouched, smooth as silk. Shapes shot into your skin. Hair narrow or thick and the color too, these are not the things that matter.
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
