bubbles of the
universe floating
past my soft apparent
winter breaths, which
remain though it is spring
oh, pieces of the puzzle
on the air i breathe
those fragments
that leave sharp
bright cuts on
my fragile spring
bound skin, no longer
tough and made for snow
but fresh like the buds
i wait for now on my
summer scented
balcony
i can smell
the summer
now and
i breathe
it in slowly
slower now
and slower
i can smell
it coming
faster
than
the
buds
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
