Rendition
you are my beautiful rendition
I recite you as apart of my diction.
Listen
the moon shapes itself a crescent but you are still shaped as my ugly heart
your smile shapes me as a soul but your gaze carves me as a craft; sweet, tender, and easy to break apart.
I hear your voice and it is considered euphoria
ecstacy deafens me but I don't cry at this point
I enjoy the deafening rendition; because it is from you.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
