Lately classes seem
so dull, i have started putting
hearts on top of i's.
***
out of class.
dont' smoke, so i have
nothing to burn, tho city lights seem like
the reflection of a hundred shiny eyes at nite.
mind wanders.
i think i have neglected my
college angst, after all, it did got
rid of my teenage angst...
heart rushes.
soon noticed it too exhausted from the longing/ fiery desire inside/ fantasies to consume myself against/ my dreams/
guess i do have something yet to burn.
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Muddy, warm hearts
Poetrybeat-inspired-poetry collection. i blossomed through the mud, like the lotus flower, and so i met my way toward Death again. copyright © 2017 poems by @akahanadaniela.
