Hazel hair, angel eyes
Skin that wanes Icarus down from the sky
Sunset window, brunette breeze
A catalogue of all life' glees.
Extramental enigma, sentimental lens
By grace in which I am breathless again.
Faltering attempts, declining chance to look back
Not a gentle prod, or a stroke of luck.
Ivy stares, highly unsure
Angel eyes both disease and cure.
First moment in August, burst my wonder in silence
The more I suppress, the more my grip slacks its balance.
Barely close, greatly I feel
Conceivably, if we become something real.
Could I have the honor? Would I see the sun rise?
If I may fathom the depth of your angel eyes?
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poetry"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
