sew words delicately to the palm of my hand
hold it out, can you read it from where you stand?
the sun shimmering in the delicate moonlight
so called polar opposites with a covalent bond
the sinking of the balloon into deep dark seas
dreaming about a dream, jirachi's own desires
sit down, my friend, stay here for a while
watch the stars disintegrate into simple sand
circuits of solar systems linking together
torn apart by one greedy essence of matter
turn of the universe, spinning round and round
screams pierce the night without a single sound
thinking about what im feeling, in ruins of a town
the syntax of life is merely a guideline in shambles
guess it's just another one of those days
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
