Lolita Never came and we really never met but I have met her through others, and their stories.
Have met her through letters of few words that
she send me.
Although she never needed me, and I needed her a little to much.
Perhaps, like all love theories, she never loved me.
A broken lover she calls me.
Kid time dream worries, where's our heart,
must be like Shakespeare's page turning.
Mere me: a glass blue color
She's naked.
Hazy hours please don't cast me spells
Noise is the only thing you have
It was just a matter not told ~
Lights, spotted in my body
Like bombshells buried deep,
Soil like my head is molten
They mold us like piece of art
I can't save your sanity.
YOU ARE READING
Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
