CHAPTER 11 :
MELANCHOLIC LOVER
he is beautiful
when
he is
sad.
melancholic blues
streamed down
his skull
as if van gogh
had painted the
starry night sky
onto his ghostly
white skin,
my beautiful
boy.
who sinks
within the depths of
despair
in an ocean of
unfinished
stories and poetry.
but you know what
makes him shine
brighter
than the vivid
sun?
it's the way his
greyish eyes sparkle
when he's in the
light,
he is good
nor evil
an
angel or
a devil
he haunts me in
my dreams
and wakes me
in river streams
underneath
the willow
tree.
he resides within
me,
in every bone
vein
blood
and
wildflowers
growing
inbetween
my rotting ribcage.
he is a source
of light
not too blinding
nor too dark
for me to see
the lies
he wrote
in my mind.
NOTE :
its been one heck of a while since ive updated this book due to a lot of procrastination and pondering.
i will be updating more since i feel more inspired now and i hope u guys are well and healthy , ily ♡
