There's a garden
with no flowers,
no green,
with nothing but a large field;
it's barren–
it's so beautiful.
There's a light
that's crucifying my soul;
it makes me find the sweet nothing in your arms;
it makes me reap the monster hidden in your hollowness
it makes me think of the time that you will one day let go,
but it makes me realize the broken hearted vessel that I am.
These smoke clouds will digest me whole;
alive and well,
I'll get down and brace–
an emergency that makes one commit,
not suicide, but a crime
that's what sweet dreams are, they're supposed
because you're nobody till somebody loves you,
so,
show me love.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
