A raven perches with its feathers stained red
Beak dripping with the neon wine
of a pomegranate pecked clean
And I couldn't look any more unkempt for you
I am tired of scraping heels on broken glass
when there are no little gods to cut this thread
Fuck the stars and planetary alignment
I only want to know if our hearts coincide.
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A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
