Cool fabric of the pillow
Pressed against her lips
Eyes glazed with stars
See into the unknown
Flowers on her bed
Yellow carnations, frozen lilies
Crack under her touch
Paint me a picture
An architect,
Breaking down
Buildings and people
To rebuild them
She's accepted
She's got a boring name
And got what she came for
Another recollection
Another heartbeat
Another claustrophobic horizon
Come see the apathy
The souls that wove a tapestry
When you see them
You'll know
Cause they have starlike gazes.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
