Recently, Finally,
I have found I bloom from my darkest of feelings.
Rocks wallow in my heart but I thrive to pluck them out, only fearing.
Fearing that It won't be enough and knowing that in time it will all turn to dust.
That the heart that I trust will hide what is to become of us.
I am told to look up,
Admire more stuff but when I do, my eyes aren't enough.
I greet another drop.
Your eyes pushed me off.
I fall into a rut, holding onto you my love.
Until I found,
My heart died of lust.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poesía- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
