A whisper through the night
chaos in the day
A handful of sober thoughts
crumpled like paper boats in the flame
A beating heart
coping with attacks of the cold
A small smile that can light up the town
farflung in places like wildfire
A little more of the million miles spent
hovering like pieces of dandelion spores
Strings sewn in the dark
planting needles through fields of gravity
Her hands shake like the winter winds
rattle bones of trees
she sits quiet wondering
Wondering, and waiting still,
whether the dreams of them turning into reality would ever come to be
Her cosmos shattering like pine needles falling
the tarpaulin folks who sail the southern oceans of the universe
She holds tight, her heartbeats
waiting for the miracle of bringing him back from sleep.
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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**
