Turmeric petals twirl in milk pouring down your sweet skin, could I interest you in the sugar that spills out of this cage? An embrace creating other perspectives, tangled and twisting around the statue, encourages I lead my mind to cinnamon tea and a journal. Yet, even in the light is a negative, encapsulating outrageous contrasts, keeping covet covered. Conditioned to love the comfort, and pour your milk into a river. No longer twisting around the statue, and acid prevents you crawling onto it. Keeping the darkness closer makes my eyes lose every colour, and yet it's exhilarating, calling night my only muse. Moonlight painted into my picture, yet you didn't like it. The sunlight couldn't pull my heart like complimentary midnight rues. Calling your name in the corners, covet reformed, yearning to pierce the cloak a little. Pushing the light out of your room could make it our crypt, and I could rest next to you.
© Sincerely, ♡ - February 2024
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoezieThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
