you were my 11:11
my penny in the pond
my bay leaf on fire
my rainbow from beyond
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you were the flame that I blew out
on my favourite birthday cake
and the wish that I made
because of all that was at stake
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you were all of my thick stray eyelashes
covered in mascara and tears
falling from their homeland
though it had been years
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since they could spare a moment
from tapping on wood
though all of this, inevitably, would be
misunderstood
YOU ARE READING
what makes us ethereal
Poezjaa collection of poems about love, life and sadness ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ but alike the stars, what we have what we see, we have let go you see, the stars that we see right now are a reflection of reality, long ago ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘...
