Thank you for inviting me
In your very own home
Your walls looked very soft.
When I touched them, surprinsingly
The shade of melancolia
Covering them
Felt like home to me.
It reminded me
Of my very own home
In which you'll never be invited (sorry)
In case you drowned
In this shade of melancolia
Just like I did.
YOU ARE READING
Petals (and other frail things)
PoésieAnthology of some poems I wrote, had to stock them somehere ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Savannah Brown's "Graffiti and other poems" has been a great source of inspiration, go check it out !
