SEASONS AWAIT
When trees grieve and pumpkins grow faces,
My heart gleams and sings future graces
Like butter on a sunny side walk
Tears shed ,
Skin bled ,
On winters eve I am cold as the temperate said
Night wakes,
Blurry eyes,
Mind a ghost floating through foggy thoughts,
Barely a thought
Spring came and gone
Fire,
a song boiled through my veins
I scream in vain
Dreaming came so did insane
Mixed like dangerous games
I lost my way
YOU ARE READING
4am
PoesíaI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
