Keep talking in my sleep,
deep in conversation
that I can only dream of.
Deep in these dreams
are dreams where everything was simpler...
and happier...
and just better overall.
Cold to the touch, these precious metals.
Hard to find, but at least you'll know
how the touch makes you feel-
addictive and bold.
Secrets like this-
too sacred to spill out of my
precious metals...
so preciously dangerous.
No one must know what is held inside.
Either way it seems I'm the only one who
remembers
a time when I had none of these
precious metals.
I swam and I swam
too deep to catch a breath
and found a place to guard these metals.
Buried in my brain-
an ocean so dangerous-
bitter and fast and reckless and blue...
as blue as the world can be...
too sad to even tell what's happy.
Precious metals.
You bite them as if they're nothing more.
Addicted to them as if nothing else
matters except your world
and the things in it.
Wonder what you're hiding in them.
Bet you're wondering what I'm hiding in mine.
YOU ARE READING
i love u to the moon n back
Poetrya collection of poems about my seventh grade year where i deal with inner thoughts and emotions and how i see life and others around me.
