What a wonderful world.
Such rich soil, such beautiful birth!
Paper and pen could never describe,
What I see through my two naked eyes,
The white rustle of the beach.
The crimson seduction of the night.
Honey and lemon scented thoughts,
That blur into dreams.
Soft woolly blankets and tabby cats,
Perfume and laundry and vanilla cupcake candles
Green ivy on towers and pink fluffy clouds,
The smell of cut grass and petrol,
The feeling you are finally enough for this world!
Money and money and money and money and
I'm being brainwashed I'm being brainwashed I'm being brainwashed.
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Vanity Killed the Poet
Şiir➳' among the piles of forgotten poems she realised she had saved herself' ➳ this story follows the lives of many individuals through their minds and actions. Do any stories intertwine? Does everybody survive? Does anybody? ♡ trigger warning ♡
