tell me how much you love me
me, the springtime singer
with flowers in her hair
not a nasty thing to say about anyone
and whisper at the bus stops
"she's a lovely girl
i wish she liked herself more
sadness doesn't suit her pretty face"
and picture in your mind
that caricature of softness
slightly too far to be natural
a summer house with cracks
in the plaster
d o n t y o u s e e
im a ghost haunting a palace
white ceilings white walls
and screams through the nighttime
watch me preach to you
to love yourself
to accept your flaws
while i cry myself to sleep
with the
h a t r e d
in my heart
because the truth is
spring time girls always
feel like a break from the chills
but in the end
all we bring is
b
u
r
n
i
n
g
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this was more of a thought spam then a coherent poem but no one reads this anyway so we fine
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midnight mumbles • poetry
Puisi𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i share poetry and poeticisms about the things that mean the world and nothing at all
