i remember this moment
a year and three quarters ago
honeymoon, honeymoon, honeymoon.
i really thought i was in heaven.
i really thought i died
and entered heaven.
dolphin st.
the birds flew freely
as the melody washed over my new body
i closed my eyes
i opened my heart
i was free.
there is no catch to this
end of seventh grade symphony;
reflection of an important moment
is needed sometimes.
i wrote about grandma's backyard
a story, a novel.
the swing, the trees,
the bushes and the bees;
the moon, the stars,
dolphin street and the arts.
the sky.
the sky was orange and purple and white, wasn't it?
YOU ARE READING
GTR's Poetry
Ngẫu nhiênmy poetry swag ~~~ i actually created this poetry book a couple years ago but i want to put it to use again. there are some poems that i won't publish but idk i want to publish some and share what goes on inside my head to the world. enjoy.
