Millions [Poetry]

blue cherry bubbles

blue cherry bubbles

jan16twenty18

and while I fantasized on the sun, it set on me.

cherry bubbles burn my throat and painstakingly remind me of you, and I sigh when I recall the adventures we had. a true blue sunset at its finest or worst, the sun will rise and we will try again, as the poets all say.

for pyroclastic gems could never tear me from you, as you and my love are infinite. hidden away in memory lane, boxed with finery and tattered ribbons.

strolling down memory lane, the most recent additions are cheap polaroid knock-offs that I should've never decided to cherish. one of them will have me longing for friendship further down the road, and the other will jade me.

I have wings, but I cannot fly away from the aching gaps drowning me in myself. they are broken wings, for I am not worthy of any heaven.

but you, with your hidden cherry bubbles and truest blue heart, you belong there. if I see you, I'll wave.