(no subject)
I cannot put my thoughts into words, I've never been very good at that anyways.
they always come
at the most undesired times
when i want to be left alone
immersed in crepuscule suspicion
sallow cheeks like half-moons
begin to curve inward
and there is a sense of loss
the deteriation of a smile:
it serves as the precursor
to this prescribed letdown.
short poem written by me.
they always come
at the most undesired times
when i want to be left alone
immersed in crepuscule suspicion
sallow cheeks like half-moons
begin to curve inward
and there is a sense of loss
the deteriation of a smile:
it serves as the precursor
to this prescribed letdown.
short poem written by me.