four shadows
on a pink background.
the crisp beating drum,
and the crinkle of his suit.
four shadows
on a rainbow background.
straining voices yelling those words
as our hearts flipped in acceptance.
four shadows
on a black and white background.
the strumming of his guitar
and the goosebumps on our skin.
four shadows
on a little stage.
a girl in a pink dress,
tears in her hands,
a butterfly in her stomach.
a box in her eyes
telling her she's home.
c.d.
a/n: i saw my favorite band ( the 1975 ) 3 weeks & 3 days ago. it's kind of hard to believe it's been that long already. i hope you all have a band that makes you smile, makes you cry, and can always make you happy. i hope you all get the chance to see them in concert, it's truly a magic moment.
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1:46 a.m.
PoezjaA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
