Over where the field burns down...
You cover your eyes from the pain.
Crying black widows in the night...
Creeping suspicions in your closet.
...
The dust whispers a demon,
It may wake you up from time to time...
Hopefully you wake up to the cherries and lime...
(Save me)
...
Dancing in the pit of despair...
I see your clouds covering the sun in your chest...
The fog is getting too thick to see
(To see me)
The brightest lesson of our time...
As we let the dream wither...
We give up our skin for grace...
(Withered)
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
