a lamb in spring,
eyes innocent and wide,
forget masculinity,
you didn't need pride.
a free spirit,
no need for inviting liquor,
you were the wind,
driving your summer air quicker
right up until you . . . disappeared.
the autumn came,
and with it the vibe,
your eyes were ablaze,
they set me alight.
you stroked my hair
when i was fearing,
my eyes were a new vision:
with you, i saw the clearing.
you were a saint,
a bitter sweet one at that,
lips like candy floss,
a toffee tucked away in your winter hat.
why do the best characters always die?
why is life so cruel?
the game has been played,
the cards have been selected,
taunted by the joker,
the lost fool.
unlucky, you could say that,
or perhaps there's a storm in
everyone's pack.
we all need a guardian angel,
i just wish i hadn't fell in love with mine,
the hello is sheer bliss
but i fucking hate the goodbye.
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P O E T R Y // o.r
Poetrya compilation of vivid thoughts. [lower case intended] WARNING: some of these poems may be triggering. please do not read this book if you are easily influenced. ~ sending love and tranquil vibes ~
