puff
is a small breath
when you are thinking
of pastel
behind clouds
of grey thoughts
each raindrop
in my brainstorm
is one too
then it is blue
blue like the morning
not the night
blue that's bright
blue that takes away the rain
of my mind
- • ○ • -
and paints an apple
tree
under the blue
to hide from the shade
in the shade
when a puff of wind
blows and my hair
messes up
i knew i've finally
messed up
everything
but my pastel house
of my mind.
written with pen and paper in less than fifteen minutes, with no edits.
hi grammar nazis, there is such a thing as poetic license. yeet.
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Puff
Poetry"i pretended they were pieces of ecstasy, but you didn't even look at me." Puff. Puff-puff. Poetry collection. This collection of poems is standalone from my music (or is it), and is purely poetry. English. Poetry. These poems tackle the different p...
