creaky wooden floors
and scratched old doors
with shattered sunlight
and strings pulled tight
slow-moving clouds
and silky linen shrouds
with green-drowned grass
and black-stained glass
~~two-faced rhymes~~
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poésiea sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
