Medicine for the weak hearted
A penny for your thoughts?
Cradled in the brain cells
To flicker out the hollow noise of reality
A place for the fray bodied
Lonely to the core
A misconception of bliss
Blossoming like the flowers in May
Mayflowers, roses, hibiscus cherry
Where are you lost malady?
Nowhere lies the aftertaste of russet wine
Tainting the lips a red the hue of the sky
The undertones thrill her pupils
Her irises shape in the city of nectar
Ichor-the scent of nirvana spreads like wildfire
And she settles to take in the breath of raw emotion
Endlessly falling through the night
Are your plans forevermore?
A tumult of greens and yellows
Clouding her vision
Screaming to miles and miles of silence
Her paroxysmal thoughts rein in and out
Like the winding breeze from the shoreside
The willow trees lie bare
Only to witness her delicate face crumble into misery
Nay, are you recalling the days of yore?
She talks in the middle of the night
To the plants surrounded by walls
To the never ending feeling of doubt
Disappointment grapples her brain
Like the withering leaves of sorrow
Distraught, she leaves the silence to her screams
Ending her, eating her
Her medicine, that's what she trusts.
A/N: Poem inspired by Medicine by Daughter. Exceptional music they create, I must say. Hands down.
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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**
