THIRTY-FIVE
etch my name into those bones of yours
I seem to mess many uncanny things up.
I'm not able to strive crystal clear thoughts into words,
for my speech is jumbled.
I'm not able to paint brilliance along
the canvas of life, because I'm known for messing much of it about.
And I am not able to sing to you that all will be okay
for my voice has the tendency to crack in loud bursts.
But I can write.
I can write you whatever you please.
From the light I see in your eyes, to how lovely I see you.
I can write how the stars are from my being
and how the trees blossom in great bundles.
I may not be lovely at many things,
but I am at one;
writing.
Let me write on your bones.
What type of phone/device do you have?
𐎀 I have an iPhone 11 & iPad generation 9! Plus, I have a laptop, but I can't remember the brand, lmao.
May
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...
