Vikki
A fragile face
Framed by a curtain
And soft eyes
Searching, to see past
The ruthless world
Presented before you.
Your smile, to those
Around you may seem
To be a smile.
To me, it is a light
That guards us both
From the tears.
And when faltering,
Your smile falls.
Like autumn leaves,
The season of
Fire, smoky air of
Burnt dreams
But you are more.
You are the 12am texts
I can never send.
You are the chorus
Of my favourite song.
You are home
YOU ARE READING
my poems 【 rough and unedited 】
Poetryi tend to write poems that suck and then never edit them. here's a collection.
