A/N : highly recommend reading this poem while listening to ODESZA's song, Kusanagi from the album, In Return.
She belongs nowhere
Her heart made of gold
Her drooping eyelids
With stormy seas under the soft lashes of infinitude
Nothing lasts forever but she's here
The girl cloaked in nothingness yet everything
She's the white of wintertime
She's the orange of autumn
The yellow of summer
The blue of monsoon
The green of spring
She's everything but she's still not the one
The one who belongs
She whispers in the morning
Hums a lullaby in the night
Calls the wonderful tune of nightingales
Still she doesn't belong
Her heart beats, as gold drips in pain
Her rhythmic breathing slows
She'll live, live with the world
A world where she'll belong
She's the sweetest song in the daylight
Her lips shape every word of beauty
Yet another day, another time, she's still the same girl
The one who doesn't belong
Her heart's made of glass and wire
As the gold drips away to the abyss of her veins
Who is she?
Nobody remembers
Only her eyes know
She belongs nowhere
YOU ARE READING
Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
