museum
"dont touch the art"
but im a bluebird
sitting on a branch
with no message
and im a pen
spelling out a word
on blank parchment
and i am concrete
being redone after
years of being trampled
and i am the water
feeling the moon reflect
and glisten on my tide
and i am a bonfire
ember crackling onto
the grass beneath me
"dont touch the art"
but i am a girl
touching you
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
