If you could only see
the world beneath these plain, boring,
physical materials.
You would be lost in wonder
at what is lost in the gray areas
of a lifetime.
I spent a mere minute
with my imagination,
and created a world I spent too many
minutes in.
But I enjoyed them, in a lonely sort of silence.
If you could only see
the world beneath my eyes,
unexplored.
I want to snatch a little
of my world,
and force it into your mouth,
so your depraved self can taste
just a touch of the actual stars-
Oh! you blind soul!
6/16/14
©Lilly S.
:)
YOU ARE READING
Drowsy
PoetryThe Sleep Trilogy. Book one: Drowsy (complete), Book two: Catharsis (ongoing), are both collected here. About sleepy feelings, sharp moments.
