if i cry enough
will i evaporate in the sun,
to take along what you left at my door,
wont you inhale the smoke from my hair
to rest our bodies on the ground where
starving wolves once made their homes;
the stars will fall, but you and i
will float
forever , in an ambient temperature
grounded by horses made of melted ice
our burned limbs churning
in the doctors remedy,
you smell like sunshine today,
digging for treasure underneath hardened clay
you smell like sunshine today
as we empty our bodies of their pitiful organs, and murders of crows
flock to us
with metal beaks whilst
the deer eat the garden,
watching us eat our own words.
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inadequate love✔
Poetrysometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you...
