The world is just like prior
It spins around it's axis endlessly
And the sky is just there—
dancing through the rhythm of time
Nevertheless I, I feel nostalgically different
Flinching vulnerability, grace and kind—
Waking up into this world of neglected hearts,
shattered ribcage and blinded eyes and I, I am as vulnerable as this woeful world
-I am shearing.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden ink of Heart
PoesíaLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
