"you search for me in another person."
unnamed
torn pages
incomplete sentences
weary bones
restless nights
dreamy days
scarred bodies
swollen lips
dirty hair
loving hands
lost souls.
you said, don't put a label on it
but what of all these unsaid speeches?
you said, nothing's forever
but what of my dreams
stretching endlessly
into never evers.
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poetry"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
