Tiredness grabs onto my eyelashes
Butterflies fill my mind, flowing up from my stomach.
Words-
Words are hard to come by
while these butterflies swarm.
They dig their hands into the flesh
Perfume it with sweet
nectar
Oh wait, perhaps that is
the bees.
Yes, the bees.
Poison is attached to their rear ends
And while they swarm my brain
with endless amounts of poison
flowing through their veins
Tiredness grows.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
