part b.
bucket list, bucket list
fill in sand, make a castle.
it's hard feeling peace
when your skin became bristle.
his mind's full of scars
from the voices that surrounds him.
her heart's with layers of cicatrix
from a foolish, beautiful whim.
the sea said goodbye,
she forgave the blatant sun.
now she dreams a forest
through the tall trees she run.
she doused his forest fire
but his mind stays badly charred.
when her crabs gazed the sky
it sees the fault, her fainting stars.
YOU ARE READING
QUIET.
Poetryin which i listen to stories and write them down, all the while thinking to myself that i am human. {poetry: 102; romance: 714}
