2016 collection

He (BloomingRose520)

 He

he loves coffee more than tea,

the bitter taste of copper seas,

crashed against his jagged teeth,

burns his throat, calm his pleas

he sees planets more than stars,

bullet holes, spherical scars,

dots his skin, his every inch,

a universe he keeps within

he breathes ashes more than air,

wisps of smoke of pure despair,

fills his hollow, sorrowful heart,

as he picks them up, shard by shard

and he'll just say that it's the way,

the world leaves its people in dismay,

time and time, he saw them go,

maybe it's time too that he follows