My bones seem oh so big,
Too big for me, even,
I am quite small, really, I
Don't take up much room, but
I agree, my soul and dread are
Quite heavy. Sorry.
See, I
Cannot wait to explode
And splatter the walls with my insides.
Because, well,
I believe them to be quite colourful.
A glorious blend of pink, purple and blue,
With a few black spots, that is,
And yellow, also, loads of it. For
More reference about this, see Van Gogh.
And I want to show the world
My insides, because my vessel
Of flesh seems way too big
And too strong
And too dark
For people to see my inner colours.
Which is sad, really.
I think them to be quite pretty.
YOU ARE READING
Petals (and other frail things)
PoetryAnthology 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 !