you made me feel like there's poetry dripping down my finger tips
And like I could sweat out creativity
These vibes were my inspiration
You were my Inspiration
Bunny
You finally made me happy.
When you were not home.
When he was home.
When you made him see,
I was the one to rely onto.
Bunny
So many times
I've been emotionally standing on that bridge.
Making my creativity float down into this ugly nothing.
Drying out inside.
He was my water.
I was his flower.
And when he was not there this ocean
Inside me, of creativity and greatness
was just a fata morgana in the desert
He was drenching my dead soul in the puddle of a rainy day with a rainbow.
He was the water to my inner flower.
He is like this casablanca lily.
Only the nighttime gets his real beauty.
YOU ARE READING
letters for bunny.
PoesíaBorn to be the other woman. But one day, she opened her book. She started writing. Writing letters to that girl. That girl, her man loves. That girl who wears the ring that is supposed to be on her finger. The girl that shouldn't be betrayed either...
