Stuck in a painting
Or a ballad
Or a tapestry
I am as empty as a cloud
Hirsute and boyish
With my red roses
And my blushing cheeks
I am ready to die like a flower in a garden
I am ready to suffocate
Like a ladybug in a jar
Or a tattoo
On your grey skin.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 8th, 2022 16:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
Comments1
great imagery, so relatable dear Poet
thank you!
(you capture light within the bleak
that relief of acceptance, realising
all is as nature decreed
petals to broken heart's, we're all journeying
to our autumn season's, reveal)
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