you are poetry mistaken for prose
your body is music no one else can compose
you're the fireworks on the 4th of July
you're a constellation forming in the midnight sky
you're the flowers blooming from the ground,
because your beauty is all around.
in this world you'll live and die,
but for right now you're my reason why
YOU ARE READING
Skitzo Sketch
PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
