keeping time for pandora
april15twenty18
and the special worms that burrowed into my body became a part of me, just like that.
the cosmic bullshit of yesterday bobbed in the tumultuous seas of tomorrow, telescoped it all and took a deep breath before taking the plunge.
never thought I'd ever fall in love, capsuled summers different every time, surprises left drowning in the dark.
the petals of yesterday, alive or dead, complete the scenery around the bloom. soundtracks differ and fade completely, but still remain engraved in the leaves.
and I used to dream of it, I dreamt it so close to me I could smell it baking in the kitchen on a day I'd never thought I would live to see.
and I dream still, in shades of dark and rose and tears. I remain here, still blossoming, with every passing year.
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Millions [Poetry]
Poetrya collection of words describing specific pain. my poetry doesn't follow any rules. my style may change but the words remain insane. ✨minimal to no cursing✨depression✨anxiety✨ hopeless romantic babble✨ proceed with caution. 2017-2018