flowers grew inside your chest; your heart bleeds for them - this is how it'll always be. how things are, how things were, I cannot look back or my petals will crumble beneath god's mighty grip.
I saw you in a dream and you were beautiful, you had butterflies in your hair. I thought, for a moment, we would kiss, but you were sinking beneath water and I struggled to reach you.
I woke up and you weren't there; I'll lie here waiting by my open window for your ghost every night.
my hands wide, outstretched, forever longing, grasping at nothing. this is how it'll always be.
YOU ARE READING
words kept close and spoken in the dark [POETRY - Completed]
General FictionMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of my best written prose pieces, some inspired by existing fiction, some original. [COMPLETED]